Lancaster's white suit shines diamonds into his brown eyes.
"Hello," he greets the group. "I'm Lancaster and you are?" he makes brief eyecontact with Noe before gazing deeply into the others' eyes. He is trying to evaluate whether they pose a threat or not.
Taking initiative, Rosalind greets him, "Rosalind," she shakes his hand. "My friends here are Nicholas and Faith. I'm glad to be acquainted."
Jorge knows his presence is not appreciated and takes seizes the opportunity to leave, "Well, all the best you youngsters. Have a blast," he picks up a champagne glass from a waiter and chugs it down his throat, spilling out from the group's circle.
"It's good to see you, Nicholas," Lancaster continues knowingly. "I thought our paths would never cross again. How are you doing?"
"Can we leave the small talk behind?" Noe asks, exasperated by the uselessness of the conversations he has had throughout the day.
