There was no believe about it, besides in the fact that Kristoffer could not believe her stupidity. And if it was not stupidity, then it had to be sheer audacity, and that might be worse. Wasn’t a woman’s whole job to be pleasant and simpering and agreeable and polite? Because she was failing at all of that already; and even if he had been wrong she ought to have apologised, he thought, or decided to dance with him anyway, because whoever else was on her card was not currently present, and her friends that were looked like utter drips.
And, not that he cared, but she was making him look like an idiot in front of them.
“No, I’m not,” Kristoffer replied stubbornly, all thought of giving up for politeness’ sake going out the window at the way she looked him up and down. He stepped closer to her shoulder - feeling the faintest bit woozy at the motion - and extended a hand expectantly. “I remember it was you. You must be.”
And, not that he cared, but she was making him look like an idiot in front of them.
“No, I’m not,” Kristoffer replied stubbornly, all thought of giving up for politeness’ sake going out the window at the way she looked him up and down. He stepped closer to her shoulder - feeling the faintest bit woozy at the motion - and extended a hand expectantly. “I remember it was you. You must be.”
