 We see you, but we are quiet. Snow Miser | Munchy | Molly Hooper | T | Hey, you | Phantom | Mrs. Chris Evans | Brat Pack | Tristalen
Cole had never been good at these things, mixers and what not. He much preferred the company of his family and his books, but as he was a department head now. It was his duty to come and mingle.
The man hoped his blue suit and his green tie wasn’t too dressy for this occasion, with his wife gone, his daughter no longer at home, and his brother gone as well, he really had no one to ask about clothes anymore. He looked around as he entered the food court and nodded to the few people who were in there at the moment.
He supposed he should have gone to say hi, but old habits died hard and instead he moved torwards the drinks table. Perhaps with a drink or two in him, he could loosen up and enjoy this little get together, instead of dreading it and feeling lonely.
He needed a change, which was why he was here. Hopefully all this would be good for his soul and heart, and if nothing else, perhaps he would have extra work.
That always helped. |