❧ @intentionpaved (luca) ❧ the mayor's garden party
“I’d avoid those canapés.” Stella glanced over at the individual standing in front of the rather large buffet table, near a pile of rather vile hors d'oeuvres. They looked good but didn’t even remotely live up to the hype they had brought forth. Sitting by the buffet tables in order to give herself a moment to rest, to allow herself to not feel too out of it, she’d noticed plenty of people that had come and gone – and not even one had seemed pleased with the little nibbles presented to the guests. Of course, not everything had to be up to the taste of everyone in attendance.
Stella got up from the chair, turning to face the one in question. “Sorry, I just don’t think I’ve seen a single person picking up one of those and seeming happy afterward.” Not to mention the twisted faces some had made. The doctor had been avoiding the snacks in front of her for that reason. No matter how good they were looking, statistics told another tale.
