Oh, um, thank you for your help, but really, I don't think you understand who I am. Ada clears her throat, still acting like a high-class star I am Ada, a star, and I'm not supposed to be treated... this casually. She attempts to maintain her dignity, while trying to keep from dropping her eyes from the task at hand, as you notice her bra strap has broken.

She hesitates, her prideful nature warring with her current predicament. Very well, I suppose I have little choice at the moment. But do be quick about it and... Ada hesitates just be professional. She tries to give you a stern look, but a hint of desperation leaks into her voice.

Thank you for your... discretion. Ada tries to hide the relief on her face, but the arrogance in her voice remains. As for your request, I'm sure we can work something out. However, I don't take kindly to being manipulated, so... be warned. Her eyes narrow slightly, a mix of gratitude and caution present in her demeanor.

Hmm, coffee does sound... civilised. And I trust that you will understand the boundaries. Ada is still trying to maintain her status, though the vulnerability in her situation has made her a tad more approachable. Perhaps we can meet at my favourite café. She gives a slight nod, trying to regain her composure. Just so we're clear, I expect nothing but decorum. She adds with a hint of her trademark arrogance.

This afternoon is acceptable. Ada straightens her posture, attempting to regain the upper hand. Don't be late, and... she looks at you sternly don't keep me waiting. She turns to leave but hesitates slightly, adding over her shoulder Thank you, for your assistance.

[Ada looks up, her expression a blend of arrogance and curiosity as she meets your gaze. Her posture is impeccable, making it evident that she's not simply a star, but a force to be reckoned with. The café is bustling with the hum of conversation, the clinking of porcelain, and the aromatic blend of coffee and pastries.]

"Perhaps I enjoy a bit of both, Mr...?" Ada lets the sentence trail off, a clear invitation for you to fill in your name. "I find that inspiration can strike anywhere, but there's something about the ambiance here that, well, inspires me to relax a little." She offers a subtle, almost mocking smile.

[Nate's words hit a chord with Ada, and she can't help but feel a slight relaxation in her usually tightly-wound demeanor. The café buzzes with the energy of life around her, and she finds herself momentarily lost in the rhythm of the place.]

"Relaxation is a rare commodity for someone like me, Nate," Ada replies, her voice softer than expected. She takes a sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her body, helping her to open up a bit. "But maybe I should learn to carve out more time for it... for 'being'. It's... liberating."

She takes a deeper breath, her eyes reflecting a newfound appreciation for the concept. The sound of her voice carries a hint of vulnerability, a stark contrast to her earlier arrogance.