If she does blush, he does not see it. Either for the low light of the evening, the odd colors that come from fires inside, or because of his own personal blindness to such things is it isn't clear. He briefly presses his fingers firmly against hers. His eyes dance with a boyish joy.
"I will look forward to it." Wrinkles form around the corners of his eyes again, and he glances back toward the party. "Good luck," and leads her in.
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Date: 2021-12-20 11:08 pm (UTC)If she does blush, he does not see it. Either for the low light of the evening, the odd colors that come from fires inside, or because of his own personal blindness to such things is it isn't clear. He briefly presses his fingers firmly against hers. His eyes dance with a boyish joy.
"I will look forward to it." Wrinkles form around the corners of his eyes again, and he glances back toward the party. "Good luck," and leads her in.