Within almost no time, George was up against another boxer in the arena. The loud roars and thumps rang through Val’s ears, though she found herself off her seat and cheering for George. Time passed them by, and the next thing she knew she was stood between several excited members, who were running around the place. A few camera flashes came from here and there, nothing the two girls weren’t used to. “George, this is Valentina. Valentina, this is George.” Ivy introduced the two once the older boy came into sight, as if they had no idea who they were. “Pleasure. I've heard a lot about you,” The blonde began, her wide eyes examining his features while a smile tugged at her lips and her hand extended itself towards George. “And before you ask, no I’m not related to Valentino in any way.” Valentina joked, feeling uncontrollably flustered and self conscious for no reason.
"Pleasure is all mine, love." George nodded. His head movement a good excuse to take the time to subtly check her out. She was fit, but she was a model so that was a give in. Valentina wasn't grossly tall, like most models, she was a standard height. Chuckling at her lame joke he nodded again at her. "I'll keep that in mind." George smiled at her before turning his attention to his sister. "Ivy! I'm so glad you've made it," Encasing his sister in a hug he let her go before she could push him away. "And for bringing this pretty lady along." He smirked before letting his arm rest on Valentina's waist.
