He turned to face where the voice came from.
It was a fairly handsome man seated beside where he previously sat. He had chestnut brown hair and warm cedar brown eyes and was staring right at Louis.
Louis asked himself, 'Why not?'
Louis smiled warmly, "And who are you?"
The man introduced himself, "Marcus Lemaire, a pleasure to meet you."
"And you?" He asked, his tone enticing.
"Louis," he said.
"Care to grab a drink with me?" Marcus asked.
Louis grinned, "Sure."
Clarisse nudged Sophia, who was staring at the wall, mumbling something to herself.
"Soph!" She called.
Sophia turned, "What?"
She gasped.
She squinted.
"That's not the marquess, is it?" She asked.
Clarisse nodded.
"You're right, he isn't."
She placed her head on her hand, "But he is pretty."
She smiled dreamily.
Sophia waved her hand in front of Clarisse's face.
