She laughed slightly, her hand on the back of his neck. "Yes. Guys." She glanced up at him momentarily, her nose almost brushing his. "Not you, though, Abel. The present company is excluded. But! I've learned that a surefire way to get someone to be interested is to make them think that there's competition. He'll glance over in a moment." She looked back towards James. "Trust me."
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 started over.
She smiled at him, glancing over at Abel for a moment. "See? I'm a genius. I'm going to leave you and have him get me a drink, okay?"
He frowned, but nodded, stepping away and disappearing in the crowd. James approached, giving her a charming smile. "Was that your date that just left?"
She took his arm as they head over to the bar table. "My mother taught me never to talk to strangers," she said smoothly. "I'm breaking her rules right now."
She took it, holding it loosely in her hand as she gave him a sparkling smile, waiting for him to take a drink. "Hm. James. And what do you do, James?"
She internally panicked, but covered it well, squinting at him appreciatively and putting her free hand on his arm. "If I told you, James, I might have to kill you," she teased, dipping her head slightly.
She laughed too before she waved a hand nonchalantly, looking around innocently. "My work is trivial in comparison to what yours sounds like," she said, standing straight and still holding her drink in her hand. "I find you more interesting," she said lightly, moving her free hand to his shoulder. "Walk with me?"
She gave him a small smile before turning and walking around the dance floor. "You and your father must be close to run a business together."
