There could always be worse times. Seven minutes earlier would have been one of them, but she's not offering up the obvious. His exclamation and the niggling familiarity of his voice is more interesting than anything else.
Mia turns her head toward her addresser, reminding herself again to try to smile and not let any of the rest of her emotions rule her conduct.
Not that it wasn't tempting. She was standing in her bathrobe in a public meeting. She was going to need to figure out who she could borrow clothing from before too long -- and too long was stretching past the next fifteen minutes. "Did I miss a spot?" she asked, managing something of a smile because she's not guessing that's the cause of his coughing fit. Once she's eying him, it's decidedly strange.
Mia's pretty sure she recognizes something about his face, but was that true, or was she just hoping to find something familiar? He sounds like someone I know, too. But who?
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Mia turns her head toward her addresser, reminding herself again to try to smile and not let any of the rest of her emotions rule her conduct.
Not that it wasn't tempting. She was standing in her bathrobe in a public meeting. She was going to need to figure out who she could borrow clothing from before too long -- and too long was stretching past the next fifteen minutes. "Did I miss a spot?" she asked, managing something of a smile because she's not guessing that's the cause of his coughing fit. Once she's eying him, it's decidedly strange.
Mia's pretty sure she recognizes something about his face, but was that true, or was she just hoping to find something familiar? He sounds like someone I know, too. But who?