[The first time she'd spotted tall, dark and Russian had been during the walk in; the brunette almost responsible for an applause worthy face plant on Rose's part. Of course then, she'd been more taken by the fact that he was just another person who made her feel frighteningly short. Now however?
It seemed that no matter where she stood in the room, no matter who she spoke to, her eyes kept moving back to this man and not just because he was a head taller than most of the people in the room. Not even because he put the scorch in sexy, which let's be real, you had to be a blind fool not to see how attractive the man was but for all the other things she kept noticing about him; The way his eyes moved around the vast room, the way he positioned himself in line of multiple exits, the way, like her, he held onto a drink more for show than refreshment. There was just something... familiar about him. She'd had flashes of that when she'd spoken with Wynn, but it was nothing like this.
If patience were a virtue that Rose Hathaway had ever been known for, she might have waited for him to come to her. Instead, with curiosity burning inside of her, she wove her way through the crowd, in her mind all ready to walk up to him with confidence and introduce herself. However, a Dex 7 spot check saw that dream vanish in an instant, Rose colliding with one of the other guests approximately a five feet away from the Russian.
Her face showed her horror before the rest was revealed, Rose's own glass of champagne salvageable except for a minor spill but the one being held by the other guest... straight down the front of her dress. Her mouth fell open, the shock of the cold making her gasp and the well meaning yet misguided attempt to help mop her up saw that shock turn to a scowl, Rose's attention now all on the person that was dabbing at her cleavage.]
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It seemed that no matter where she stood in the room, no matter who she spoke to, her eyes kept moving back to this man and not just because he was a head taller than most of the people in the room. Not even because he put the scorch in sexy, which let's be real, you had to be a blind fool not to see how attractive the man was but for all the other things she kept noticing about him; The way his eyes moved around the vast room, the way he positioned himself in line of multiple exits, the way, like her, he held onto a drink more for show than refreshment. There was just something... familiar about him. She'd had flashes of that when she'd spoken with Wynn, but it was nothing like this.
If patience were a virtue that Rose Hathaway had ever been known for, she might have waited for him to come to her. Instead, with curiosity burning inside of her, she wove her way through the crowd, in her mind all ready to walk up to him with confidence and introduce herself. However, a Dex 7 spot check saw that dream vanish in an instant, Rose colliding with one of the other guests approximately a five feet away from the Russian.
Her face showed her horror before the rest was revealed, Rose's own glass of champagne salvageable except for a minor spill but the one being held by the other guest... straight down the front of her dress. Her mouth fell open, the shock of the cold making her gasp and the well meaning yet misguided attempt to help mop her up saw that shock turn to a scowl, Rose's attention now all on the person that was dabbing at her cleavage.]
Hand. Remove your hand, from my chest. Now...