 Mariana / James / Zita *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Was this jerk for real? Adam’s mouth hung open a little as he stared blankly in the direction he thought James was standing. Marinara? Botanistry? Even Adam with his poor grasp of English knew what James had said was so wrong it wasn’t even funny. And why did he feel like the mozzarella sticks comment was off color? Surely Zita wasn’t impressed by this man? He seemed quite the imbecile and in fact, he was a little embarrassed and upset on his co-worker’s behalf, because with Zita’s comment, he wasn’t sure if the inept comments were on purpose or not. Because if they were, Adam was certain nobody in their group was impressed.
And then came the “reunited” comment. Something in the tone sent Adam’s hackles rising. But thankfully Mariana spoke up before Adam said anything he might regret. ”Food….ja,” he was about to turn away and offer Mariana an arm to lead him off, so Zita and James could continue their…what? Flirting? Chatter? Reuniting? He wasn’t sure what was going on between them and it was perhaps a good thing he couldn’t see either the look on James’ wolfish face or the blush on Zita’s, because honestly the German might have lost it. And that would have been a bad thing on two accounts: a) he was at a work function (even if it was open to the public), b) it was a new moon outside and likely any spell Adam cast would be on the weak side (stupid wand core) – that was if they even landed anywhere near the other man. ”I told vou, vou didn't have to come if vou didn't vant.” Adam retorted to Zita’s comment about the Ministry. He knew she didn’t like coming here and that’s why he hadn’t pressed that she accompany him. Normally he wouldn't have acknowledged her comment, especially in public, but he was beginning to loose his temper.
Grab a seat? Toast? Toast to what?! He sure as pie didn’t want to grab a seat with James. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to grab a seat with Zita right now, but he didn’t feel comfortable leaving Zita alone with the man and he didn’t want to be disrespectful to Mariana either or keep Mariana here under some misguided idea that he might need help. He probably did, but that wasn’t her concern. As the Minister’s voice boomed about the silent auctions, Adam took a deep breath trying to calm the frustration and irritation growing inside of him. Zita was trying, or at least that’s what Adam was trying to convince himself to believe. ”Mariana, ve don't vant to keep vou from your party, but if vou care to choin us?” he said offering his coworker an out that he wasn’t sure he wanted Mariana to take or not. ”I zink vou zaid zee tables vere laid for dinner? I expect it vill be zoon.” He was once again going to offer Mariana his arm when he felt Zita’s hands on his elbow. He resisted the urge to shake Zita's touch off. There was only more harm to be done in shaming her in front of others.
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