Unfortunately for Alys, the stranger didn't seem to take the hint. Instead, he leaned against the rack holding the various fabrics that she was perusing with an annoyingly friendly smile. She didn't return it, merely shooting him a withering glare before going back to her search. She held onto the emerald fabric that she'd found; perhaps with lacy sleeves... and so she began digging through the piles with gusto, suddenly quite sure of exactly what she was looking for.
But the stranger chattered on, and she glanced over at him as he said something about missing the ball. Curious in spite of herself - for hadn't she considered skipping it herself? - she paused in her hunt. "Why aren't you going?" she asked, arching a brow at him. He was an attractive man - objectively speaking - so it couldn't be that he didn't have a date. No, there had to be some underlying reason. If he was going to insist on speaking to her, she was going to make it as annoying as possible.
But the stranger chattered on, and she glanced over at him as he said something about missing the ball. Curious in spite of herself - for hadn't she considered skipping it herself? - she paused in her hunt. "Why aren't you going?" she asked, arching a brow at him. He was an attractive man - objectively speaking - so it couldn't be that he didn't have a date. No, there had to be some underlying reason. If he was going to insist on speaking to her, she was going to make it as annoying as possible.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
