if ‘vitya’ said it, it must be true. still, her nerves are cute. vanamo is a vision tonight, and the only reason he doesn’t remind her immediately is because he knows the possibility she won’t take him at his word is high. “ i’m sure she didn’t mean to put that kind pressure on you. ” the counterproductive kind. his hand gently brushes off what he thinks might be glitter. “ it’s going to be fine. you look around the room, you find the friendliest looking person standing alone whose outfit you genuinely like, you approach them, you tell them so, then introduce yourself. if you’re lucky, they’ll make an introduction or two when you get interrupted. ” at least he hopes this will be the way, these things had always come as naturally as breathing to elias. “ what can i do ? want to put me to work or should i just, ” palm lifts to frame the bottom of his chin, “ stand here and look pretty ? ”
“ i bet she did. look at zhenya: you don’t get that kind of a daughter without knowing exactly what to say and when. ” she tried to fix her posture, only for her shoulders to relax a minute later. “ i’m scared of not leaving any sort of an impression, or worse, being dubbed as someone daft. ” but talking about politics was essentially forbidden at nice events. no one wanted to bring work to a party, and vanamo couldn’t name a single 19th century philosopher to appear enlightened. a laugh rippled from her chest and she pulled his hand down by his wrist. she leaned slightly closer to him and looked at him disapprovingly, all while suppressing a smile. “ you’ll outshine me with your natural beauty, i can’t have that. ” her hand slid into his. “ let’s find some of that controversial vegan food and make a game plan. i’ve already come up with hand signs which mean that you have to come save me. ”
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