" ... it's a nice night, warm. " spoken low, awkward small talk was all that jack could find and muster to break the silence, otherwise shadowed by a low lull of music and percussion spilling out into the room of the art gallery. wearing a two piece black suit, ribbon placed through the collar and tied loose and low at his collar bones, the young man twists long fingers in the cuff of the rented dress-wear. it is seemingly obvious that jack is out of his depth at an event like this, yet tries his hardest to integrate into his surroundings possibly as a wallflower rather than an actual attendant though not out of some shyness one else might feel.
