Chapter 37: After Hours
Sarah pulled him into conversations naturally. Not possessively, just including him the way you include someone you’ve decided belongs in the room. Xavier responded when spoken to, listened when he wasn’t, and kept his observations running quietly underneath everything.
She’s generous in small groups, he noted. Different from the stage version. Less performance, more person. She actually listens when Temi talks. She remembers details about Dana’s project from a previous conversation. He watched her laugh at something Jordan said. She’s not performing right now. This is closer to what she actually is.
Interesting.
He went to the drinks table after twenty minutes.
Simple setup. Juice, water, a few other options. He poured two glasses without being asked and brought one back to Sarah who was mid conversation with Temi.
She took it without breaking her sentence. Then glanced at him briefly with the expression of someone who had noticed something small and filed it.
Small gestures, he thought. The gauge responds to actions not presence. Even small ones.
He checked her favorability gauge mentally .
Sarah Torres — 28%
Still 28, he noted. The drinks were too small to move it. I need something more deliberate.
He looked around the room.
What does Sarah Torres need in this room right now that nobody is providing.
He watched her for three minutes.
Temi was talking about a collaborative project she was struggling to fund. An end of year Arts showcase she was organising independently, trying to pull together enough budget to hire proper equipment and promotion. Sarah was listening with genuine interest and the particular frustrated sympathy of someone who understood the problem but couldn’t immediately solve it.
There, Xavier thought.
He waited for a natural pause in the conversation.
"How much are you short," he said to Temi.
Temi blinked. Looked at him like she’d forgotten he was standing there. "Sorry?..."
"The showcase budget," Xavier said. "How much are you short."
Temi glanced at Sarah briefly. Then back at Xavier. "$3,000," she said carefully. "Give or take."
"Send me the breakdown tomorrow," Xavier said. He pulled out his phone and held it out. "Drop your number."
Temi stared at him.
"Xavier...." Sarah started.
"The showcase sounds worth attending," Xavier said simply. "If the budget is the problem that’s a solvable problem."
Temi looked at Sarah again. Sarah was looking at Xavier with an expression he hadn’t seen on her before. Not the curious recalibration from the café or the stage focus from the concert. Something more unguarded than either of those.
Temi put her number in his phone.
"I’ll send it tomorrow," she said. Still slightly stunned.
"Good," Xavier said. And went back to his drink.
The room had shifted slightly.
Not obviously. But Dana was looking at him differently now. Jordan had recalibrated from the firm handshake energy to something more measured. Temi was talking to him with the warmth she’d been directing exclusively at Sarah all evening.
And Sarah.
Sarah was standing beside him at the drinks table twenty minutes later. Not engineered, just where the conversation had moved them and she was quieter than she’d been all evening. Not withdrawn. Just present in a more internal way.
"You just did that," she said.
"Did what," Xavier asked.
"Temi has been stressing about that showcase for three weeks," Sarah said. "I’ve been trying to figure out how to help her without making it weird because she doesn’t like accepting things from people she’s close to." She looked at him. "You walked in tonight and solved it in thirty seconds."
"It’s a solvable problem," Xavier said again.
"Xavier." Her voice was different. Quieter. "Why do you keep doing things like that."
"Like what."
"The studio. Tonight. The concert before." She turned to look at him directly. "You spend money on things connected to me without making it about you. Without wanting anything visible back." She paused. "Most people who spend money want something obvious for it."
"I’m not most people," Xavier said.
"I know," she said. "That’s what I’m trying to understand."
Xavier looked at her.
28%, he thought. Let’s see.
"I told you at the café," he said. "Your showcase was worth attending if the material was worth it. The material was worth it tonight." He paused. "Temi’s showcase will probably be worth attending too. So."
Sarah looked at him for a long moment.
"So..," she repeated slowly.
"So," he said.
She let out a small breath that was almost a laugh. Not the stage laugh or the real laugh from the café. Something quieter than both.
"You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met," she complemented.
"You’ve mentioned that," he said.
"Because it keeps being true." She picked up her drink. Looked at it. Then looked back at him. "Are you going to tell me what you actually want. Eventually."
"When the time is right," Xavier said.
She held his gaze. "And when is that."
"You’ll know," he said simply.
She looked at him for three more seconds with the expression that had been building since the first concert. The one that said he was a problem she had decided she wanted to solve.
Then Jordan appeared at her shoulder with something that needed her attention and she turned away.
Xavier checked the gauge.
Sarah Torres — 38%
Ten percent, he thought. From one evening.
He watched her laugh at something Temi said across the room.
Women, he thought. In my previous life I spent eighteen months trying to be the perfect partner. Considerate. Loyal. Present. Got nothing back. He picked up his drink. Spend money deliberately and strategically in the right moments and watch the needle move in real time.
Not because they’re shallow, he thought. Because spending signals something. It signals certainty. A man who spends without flinching is a man who has resources and isn’t afraid to use them. And a man who isn’t afraid to use them is a man who has control. He looked at Sarah across the room. Women don’t get attracted to the money. They get attracted to what the money says about the man behind it.
That’s the part the old Xavier never understood.
He spent on Sarah too. Pizza nights and saved up gifts and an investment platform she recommended. He set his drink down. But he spent from scarcity. From fear of losing her. And she felt that underneath every gesture.
Scarcity repels, he thought. Abundance attracts.
Simple.
He left at 1AM.
Sarah walked him to the door of the studio space. Not something she’d done for anyone else leaving, he noted and stopped at the threshold.
"Next time I have something," she said. "I’ll let you know."
"Do that," he said.
She looked at him once more. The black outfit. The hair pulled back. The evening sitting on her differently than it had at the start of it.
"Xavier," she said.
"Sarah."
"The piece," she said. "The one I finished in the studio." A pause. "I wrote the last section the morning after I used it. When I was back in my own space and the room felt different because of what the studio had done to the work." She looked at him. "That section is the best thing in the whole piece. And I wrote it because of what you gave me without knowing you gave it to me."
Xavier said nothing.
"So," she said. "Thank you. Actually."
He held her gaze for a moment.
"It was worth attending," he said.
She almost smiled. Shook her head slightly like she couldn’t decide what to do with him.
He turned and walked down the corridor toward the stairs.
Behind him he heard the studio door close.
He checked the gauge one more time in the stairwell.
Sarah Torres — 41%
Three more percent from the goodbye, he noted. 41% total.
He pushed through the exit into the night air and ordered a premium Uber.
41%, he thought as the car confirmed. Long way to 80. But I moved her 21 points in one evening.
He got in the car and leaned back.
The plan is working, he thought. Right on schedule.
Next.
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