❧ @jaymacavoy ❧ mayor's garden party
Small talk. Every damn party was filled with it. For the most part Elena didn’t mind. Loved it, in fact. This wasn’t just small talk. It was the biggest form of torture. A boring individual, droning on and on about a business idea. Not one the brunette even considered herself a part of. She’d simply gotten unlucky and while others had made their excuses and left, here she was, stuck. “Right. I’m sure that’ll work out. You should get a fresh glass to toast it.”
All the while her eyes were scanning the crowd, silently pleading that someone would come to her rescue. Anyone would do, anyone who wasn’t this guy in front of her. Or someone who wanted to join in on whatever dreams of grandeur this one had. And then she spotted someone that looked remotely like a potential savior. A plea was mouthed, hoping she had the attention of this individual, hoping they would simply play along.















