“This is Andrea Moretti, we also work together on several projects,” he gestured to the silver eyed one, “and Richard Pierce is also a board member in the company.”
“It’s really nice to meet you both.” Ziza beamed as she shook both their hands.
Ziza didn’t know how long they stood there, chatting animatedly. It could have been five minutes or more, she wasn’t sure. His friends’ company was so entertaining and relaxing that she’d almost forgotten about her butterflies. Learning about him as a younger man in his university days, especially through his friends’ eyes, was entirely refreshing.
“Alright that is enough stories about me,” Rafiq gave a passing by server his empty glass, before taking her hand in his, “I would like a dance with my wife, if you do not mind? Come amyrti.“
Without waiting for their replies, he ushered her towards the dance floor and tenderly held her to him.
“Wasn’t that a little harsh?” Ziza raised an eyebrow at him.