Nathanael's pov:
My eyes fall on my wristwatch, which indicates nine thirty while my ears try to focus on Kamaria's words as she relates the history of her clan and how closely tied it is to the piece of gold she'd donated to the museum. Failing at the task, I grow a bit agitated in my spot. I inhale deeply before exhaling, bringing my arms behind my back as I sense my muscles stiffening. Instead of heeding Kamaria's words, my hearing travels around the room, catching glimpses of conversations. I keep on hopping from one to another until I hear a familiar voice amongst the many. One that I immediately recognize as Rosemary's.
Leaning further into it, I gather from her exchange with Richard that she is uncomfortable or anxious about something. Her heart rate confirms that notion when it accelerates.
