Something deep within Elliot would churn at any moment from the scene that flashed before him. The situation he was in could easily be misinterpreted.
He didn't want any of it at the moment.
Despite the sudden lump that hardened in his throat, he prompted to gather his courage to speak up for himself, but Anasthasia was far ahead of him.
While Anasthasia beamed at him, it caused them to steal a glance at one another from her tone. Even Elliot was wary of it; he felt his insides upend from the usual conversation with her, just regardless of who she was with at the moment.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jace Ravensmith."
"Miss Ana, it's a lovely evening to see you once again." He then took a deep, graceful bow at her.
They all had the same reaction —jaws dropped, and eyes almost gouged out of their sockets— not that they were aware of it as though they were more than just acquaintances.
