Separate names with a comma.
He chuckled, offering her the drink. "My name is James Deirow."
She raised her eyebrow, looking over at him. "Это мой друг. Разве он не милый? His name is Ferris."
"Isn't that how you'd meet anyone?" he asked playfully, pouring two drink.
She laughed, her expression warm. "я скучал по тебе!"
He gave her a smile, offering his arm.
She brightened, stepping back slightly. "It's me, Fleur."
He raised an eyebrow in interest. "Is that so? Care to get a drink?"
She rolled her eyes, going up to the double doors, knocking loudly.
He frowned, but nodded, stepping away and disappearing in the crowd. James approached, giving her a charming smile. "Was that your date that...
She grinned at him before heading up the steps. "That's what my grandma used to say, too!"
He seemed intrigued. Eventually James glanced over. He was handsome. Maybe in his his early 30's. He pulled away from his dancing partner and...
"I am aware," she said primly. The house was a mansion, surround by an old iron fence, which ivy and other leaves grew on. The whole house seemed...
He looked confused, his lips close to her ear. "My.. kind?"
(just go)
He frowned, moving close to her ear. "Why?'
(So ready!)
He grinned. "Wonderful. Go work your magic."
"Yeah, let's go back to that."
"I think it's a good idea," he said. "Maybe you should get him drunk first."
She huffed, shaking her head. "This is confusing."
