Emryc
Tooth & Nail
Remarkable what the looks of something could do for a woman's confidence. It was the quintessential I only wear makeup to look good, I don't wear it for you. Given the option between contacts and glasses, a walker or a cane, somehow aesthetics won out. Either way, it was improvement in both effort and self-confidence. A win-win all the way around, and Emryc Qosta learned a long time ago to take his wins where he could.
"I think you should pick two," came his answer, or however many she wanted at this point. God knows a woman had to accessorize.
"Another glass, Mrs. Qosta?" an attendant swung in with a tray, a bottle, and a glass of wine calling her name.
That got a brow raise out of Emryc. He'd missed the first Mrs. Qosta simply for distance. It fell so easily from the Attendants lips that she had to have played along. His own lips, he found, he wished had a cigarette to keep them busy.
"Whatever you want, Mrs. Qosta," the man intoned, directing himself away from the conversation and over toward the register to handle the bill.
"Oh, how cute, are you two newlyweds?" the Assistant giggled.
"I think you should pick two," came his answer, or however many she wanted at this point. God knows a woman had to accessorize.
"Another glass, Mrs. Qosta?" an attendant swung in with a tray, a bottle, and a glass of wine calling her name.
That got a brow raise out of Emryc. He'd missed the first Mrs. Qosta simply for distance. It fell so easily from the Attendants lips that she had to have played along. His own lips, he found, he wished had a cigarette to keep them busy.
"Whatever you want, Mrs. Qosta," the man intoned, directing himself away from the conversation and over toward the register to handle the bill.
"Oh, how cute, are you two newlyweds?" the Assistant giggled.