Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 5. 2024
"Ph-Phi..." Alessia begins to say, before trailing off at the flash of colourless eyes in her mind.
Her eyes flit away from the dazed boy, who's muttering to himself. "I didn't expect dad to take my joke so seriously. I was going to come either way since he insisted. I just wanted to be witty." He blows heavily, "Wow, he really found her..."
Hello... Earth to Manchester boy...! She clears her throat in order to bring him back from whatever sweet land he flew off to. He realizes that the limo is gone and they've been standing in the middle of the entrance for longer than they should be.
Awkwardly, he he rakes a sheepish hand through his gelled hair, mistakingly ruining it, then he offers her his arm to hold. "My lady..." He dips his head slightly, "I apologize if this was a bother. It must have thrown you off..."
Taken aback by his posh ways, she takes a while to respond, irked that it somehow slipped her that he isn't American. Although his accent is faded, the sharp edges are still prominent and his actions reek of English culture. "It's not." She says to him, then adds, "However, in sure the whole school knows I was hospitalized. Why would you ask for me?"
In fact, I was the one who resuscitated you... Phillípe's face flushes lightly. "It—T'was a joke. I was just joking."
She guides a hand around his forearm and holds it gently as they begin to walk towards the rotating doors of the hotel. She hums, staring ahead with the light, illuminating from the building, brightening their features, "Seems like your father wanted to be assured of your attendance." If you ask me... "He went on a hunt."
Someone coughs and she turns her head up to see him stifling a laugh at her dry humour. How she can possibly joke with a flat face is beyond him, or maybe she wasn't trying to be funny. Still, it was.
"Thank you for the unintentional invite." I was bored. Alessia huffs over his unethical choking.
"No, I should be thanking you for showing up." He smiles down at her, shoving the imagined picturesque of her and Vincent, together, to the back of his mind. "Let us make the most of tonight, Alessia."
"Name?" Asks a bouncer they come upon at the door. His voice draws her attention away from the boy, but it doesn't take away the tingle in her chest from the utterance of her name.
The man has a large tablet in hand, ready to mark their presence.
"Phillípe Manchester." Phil tells him, feeling the girl on his arm stiffen. He says nothing more, waiting patiently as the man scrolls through the guest list.
"Ah, VIP: Rudolph Manchester and Phillípe Manchester?" He questions, placing a tick beside his name before glancing at the elegant lady beside him. "And, who may this be?"
"My plus one."
"I see." The bouncer signals the other to let them in and that they do.
Alessia is swiftly swept away into the large, glistening lobby of the first floor and they stop, taking in their surroundings and searching for their designated table. When found, Phil ushers her towards the area smoothly.
"What are your thoughts so far?" He asks to make light conversation.
She shrugs, though he's not looking at her. "It's prettier than anywhere I've ever been, I admit..." But, I could care less.
The 'but' hangs in the air, and when she doesn't continue, he mumbles, "Interesting." She glances at the side of his face, hearing a slight change of tone. She watches his chest rise heavily and fall, before he asks suddenly, "Is there something displeasing about my name?"