 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
“It is.’’ But then Sachin was doing some more thinking. “Actually, you make that suit look good.’’ Lovesick still? Yes, he was, even after them being together for a while. He put a hand reassuringly on Conley’s arm. Something was making the other man uncomfortable and he knew it. “You look perfect.’’ Then Sachin was chuckling. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?” And as if to prove it, the Ambassador moved his hand, accepting Conley’s offered arm. “I do. But can we check out the food first?’’ he asked eagerly, already steering his husband to the buffet. “I’m sure I need to get you fed, anyway.’’ Sachin had not heard Conley’s stomach which was a good thing…
Oh? Con already was striking up a conversation with a colleague? “Namaste,’’ he greeted the woman politely. Now he was wondering how on earth he was going to find anyone he knew because of the masks. Sachin guessed he’d have to recognise them from their voices. “Um… well, anything chicken related is always good,’’ he said after a quick look over the table. “Nice to meet you, Jane. I’m Sachin Singh-Phora and this is my husband Conley.”
There {Bain’s} was a voice he did not recognise. Sachin glanced at Conley in question. |