She likes sitting by the hookah. She hasn't touched it herself, she doesn't quite understand why one would want to inhale the smoke, wouldn't it make you cough? Very strange.
But here, in the corner, people weren't quite so ... so... pressing. That and everyone that seems to take of the smoke, becomes placid in a way they might not have been a moment before. Which given the general strangeness of everything.
She says nothing to him when he sits across from her, but in truth, she has an eye more fixed on the dancing in the same longing but has she has not been invited to with someone, she still feels remiss in taking it up herself.
It is only when she shifts and she realizes that she might have gone even slightly into his space ( she couldn't have been more than a foot near him ), that she immediately lowers her head in apology. "Forgive me, sir, I do not wish to intrude."
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But here, in the corner, people weren't quite so ... so... pressing. That and everyone that seems to take of the smoke, becomes placid in a way they might not have been a moment before. Which given the general strangeness of everything.
She says nothing to him when he sits across from her, but in truth, she has an eye more fixed on the dancing in the same longing but has she has not been invited to with someone, she still feels remiss in taking it up herself.
It is only when she shifts and she realizes that she might have gone even slightly into his space ( she couldn't have been more than a foot near him ), that she immediately lowers her head in apology. "Forgive me, sir, I do not wish to intrude."