#daphne|interaction.

daphne feels weirdly nervous about seeing yasir. they’ve met up a good handful of times before and even more recently she’d met his friends. she supposes it’s the intent behind their meeting today that she finds to be weighing on her nerves. an initial assessment about if there’s something more than sexual compatibility between them and if they want to work out what that means. still, she readies herself and turns up with a smile on her face regardless. one that doesn’t waver when she lays her eyes upon him. “hey,” she greets brightly enough, “did you want to walk first, or grab a drink to go or something?”

daphne isn't really the kind of girl that shows up to places alone. when it comes to events or parties she's always got a friend who's arm she can cling to. she's a confident enough person, just finds it nice having someone there. didn't really have much of a choice with this, though. when she'd met up with yasir earlier in the week and confirmed she'd attend, it hadn't occurred to her that he'd be heading to the venue on the early side for things like setting up. she easily could've brought someone with her but it was already strange enough the prospect of meeting his friends. so, she grabs herself a needed drink before letting her eyes scan around, shoulders relaxing when she spots a familiar face and making her way over. "hi! you... ready for show time?"

"is that what you think? that… i would do something… as horrible as that?" doe eyes blink unassumingly, hand raising to rest daintily at the top of her chest. "why i... i just don't know what to say!"

daphne eyed swizzy for a moment before giving a resounding shake of her head, “—no. you can't.” at least not without some sort of other motive or something that she was too frustrated to try and think about right now. already pissed at her parents, the last thing she needed was to be wound up by someone who knew exactly how to get under her skin. she eyed the apparent offering, gaze flickering dubiously between the joint and the person holding it out. it might very well tide her over better than the sour cherry flavoured air she puffed in through her vape. “alright, fine.” then with a little bit less venom in her voice since for once her irritation wasn’t directed toward swizzy, “thank you. are you about to be generous enough to offer me the first hit?”

"what does this mean to you? is it serious, or just flirting?"

"your job sucks," daphne finds herself muttering under her breath, if only because it poses such an inconvenience to her. she hasn't been able to go anywhere in days without his looming figure and it's becoming particularly grating. if she can't get rid of jonathan, she can make it so that he hates this just as much as she does. "personally, i do think this is all a little bit dramatic and there's no way anyone is going to harm me... but i suppose you don't get paid if you're not doing your job, huh?" much to her chagrin. "you really think this is the first time i've ever been threatened?"

her eyes roll as she lets out a sigh that comes from the very pit of her stomach, when her gaze does eventually linger on them it's with narrowed eyes. "can you like, stop looking at me like that? it's making me feel a bit nauseous. maybe just don't look at me at all."

“and? hard work can’t give you an appetite?” daphne knows better than to be so open about her interest publicly but it’s fair to say all caution has been thrown to the wind. part of her likes the thought of curious eyes watching them and so she shrugs as she takes a little step back from dominic’s desk. “i’m sure we can find somewhere,” she muses, “so long as i’m not interrupting anything?”