Lost in Miami

Buddy eyed her nervousness, not paying too much attention to it. People had their own mannerisms, after all. He just could not stop staring. To be honest, even if he wasn’t buzzed he would have taken a glance at her. She was a very beautiful woman, and he was a man of power that liked beautiful beings. A friend, huh? He sat up a bit, his posture shining more confidence now as his eyes kept on hers and letting her heavily accented voice lace his brain and ears like a sponge. The villain put two and two together that she must have been either a immigrant here or a native to immigrant parents. Either or, he was one of flexibility and didn’t mind diversity. Diversity was in the workforce anyways. His eyes flicker to her hand, and he shifted his weight to extend his own larger, warmer hand for a handshake, a firm and brief gesture from him. 

“ A friend, huh? Interesting. Well, lemme introduce myself. “

“ The name’s Buddy. Buddy Pine of Nomanisan Industries. It’s a big company here, and I’m the head of it. Fortunate that someone like me came to this place…” “ Anyway, so you just hangin’ about here? You from overseas? What’s your story, Danuta? ”

Buddy replied, pulling his hand quickly away in a professional manner. He seemed to ask lots of questions, but that was just his excitement getting to him again. Buddy was curious and maybe even nosy, but for a good reason. He tended to have a friendly facade on the surface, but if anyone ever found out on what his plan was… his ultimate plan to exterminate every superhero and become the only one left… hoo boy.

 It wasn’t hard to tell that he was a man of business, just from the feeling of how he shook hands the blonde could feel it. She had learnt a lot in her short time here in the states and how people shook hands said a lot. So she offered a gentle squeeze with hers before he pulled back, leaving her to retract her arm as well. Placing her hand back in her own Danuta listened to him, soft blues keeping just below his eyes. She was smart enough not to make eye contact with people better than her. Seems he was smart too.

“I, um. Yes. I am from Russia. I came over to the states when I was 18 I...Wanted something more...I guess? “

Quickly her fingers started to fiddle with each other. It left her with such a sour taste in her mouth to say the things the way she did. Things had not gone how she wanted them to at all since she had gotten here. That was how she had ended up with the mob after all.