Somewhere, deep down, Jingi had a soft spot for romance. She blushed at his words, trying to maintain the officious aura that she'd kept up for the past . . . several years. It was hard not to. That was how she'd kept herself separate from the often clumsy approaches of men who were, occasionally, too drunk to realize she was not on that side of the floor in Jaded.
She glanced up, saw his eyes, quickly looked away.
"I um. . .well, you know. . ." She was flustered. Twelve save her, she was worse than a thirteen year old girl the first time a boy paid attention to her. "Your music really was quite lovely! Have you ever performed in plays?" Her voice was bright, natural.
Only an idiot wouldn't catch that topic switch, Jingi. You're sooooo smooth.
She forced a small giggle.
That probably wasn't a good idea either.
She busied herself with the menu. "The seafood is always so fresh," she added, words coming too quickly for casual.
She hoped the floor opened up and swallowed her.
She glanced up, saw his eyes, quickly looked away.
"I um. . .well, you know. . ." She was flustered. Twelve save her, she was worse than a thirteen year old girl the first time a boy paid attention to her. "Your music really was quite lovely! Have you ever performed in plays?" Her voice was bright, natural.
Only an idiot wouldn't catch that topic switch, Jingi. You're sooooo smooth.
She forced a small giggle.
That probably wasn't a good idea either.
She busied herself with the menu. "The seafood is always so fresh," she added, words coming too quickly for casual.
She hoped the floor opened up and swallowed her.
