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Dominic subtly raised his brow as the woman sat across him on table. She seemed confident enough in her judgement that his warning didnβt even make her hesitate. Though she held a soft smile and graceful appearance, he could tell there was more to her than what meets the eye. Dominic set his glass down on the table as she did, sitting up straight in his seat.
She offered her hand for an introduction. Dominic glanced down at it for a moment, then into her eyes through the gaps of her mask. He nodded, extending his hand in return. βNice to meet you, Lenore,β he replied, shaking it firmly. Her name felt so fitting, and the way she spoke it only added to her elegance. βMy name isβ¦β His voice cut off, feeling his throat tighten. A part of him wanted to say his full name following her example, but he couldnβt bring himself to do it. βMy name isβ¦ Nic.β he finally managed. He then cleared his throat, continuing. βNo need to be so formal, you wonβt remember my last name and I wonβt remember yours,β His tone was sharp and assured, hoping to distract from the moment of hesitation.
Lenore asked for a clarification on his question and in that moment he realized he hadnβt made it fully clear. βHere, as in, speaking to me. Thereβs a sea of interesting people in colorful attire all around us, and you felt drawn to the loner in the corner of the room?β he asked, lifting his glass to his lips again. After another short, fake sip, he set it back down on the table. βAs for what youβre doing at the ball or at Ninth House, that would be none of my concern. We just met, I wouldnβt want to pryβ¦β he paused, looking up at her with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ββ¦Unless you want to share.β
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@Caticorn β π₯β Lenore Ferrell