After a small crisis over nothing, they finally walked into the cafe. The organiser spotted them immediately but first finished a short exchange not to look too hurried.
She was a woman in her thirties, and the party was a way to advertise the paintings she would sell at her gallery. She had received confirmation in the afternoon, but she hadn't believed it just yet.
Nate Woods at a meaningless cocktail party? Her name wasn't soundly enough to attract his attention. Most likely, she had been lucky with the timing.
The real reason he was there was the woman next to him, surely.
«Excuse me for a moment,» she said and left her guests to chat among themselves.
She smiled politely when the couple met her gaze, and she spread her arms in a gesture of welcome. Her long gown danced with her movements, and the pitch-black hair leaned on the shoulder would waver when she moved her arms too much.
«It's an honour to have you here,» she said.