Virgil carefully guides me through to the tables and chairs set at one end and I gratefully sit, feeling a bit dizzy from the people and the crowd milling around.
"You look like you need a drink." He observes, hovering over me in concern.
I want to tell him not really but he looks really worried about my drowsy expression, I want to tell him that it's just my introvert acting up at having to be outside and with people but he looks like he really wants to get me the drink so I nod.
I shrink into myself when he strides powerfully through the ballroom, my gaze is fixed on him and I'm not surprised when this is the same with more than half the occupants, it's Virgil after all.
He looks at home in the trench coat and knee-high boots like he's worn them all his life, a slight smile on his dashing face as he makes his way back to me, for a couple of minutes I forget about my social anxiety and just sit there being proud as hell of my date.
