"You talk." Calli said, staring at the stain on her satin dress. Finally she found his eyes and she knew immeadiately who it was, this didn’t help her heart that started fluttering the very second his eyes mocked her "spill" at the refreshment table. She scowled from under her scarf, her eyes shifting away from his piercing green ones. She felt as though he could read her mind – she didn’t want that. Defensively, she choked, staring at the ground, "You had better back, you’re date might miss you." She hoped her words cut, but by the sound of them she sounded as though she was weak, light-headed, as though she would faint any second. Giving him a swift glare, she turned away and gabbled in french, "Voleur."