High society missions were not Lina’s forte, that much was obvious. She hated the posh environment, hated the crowd, hated the clothes — both, the blinding shimmer of the overpriced gowns and the restrictiveness of her own stupid uniform; but most of all, she hated the overbearing rich old farts who believed they owned the world and everyone in it. It was just her luck that one such specimen cut her off on her way back to the bar, a silver tray balanced on the tips of her fingers as elegantly as she could muster after a week-long practice, an order for three different wines she couldn’t even pronounce the names of going through her head as she did so. The man checked all the boxes — visibly rich, balding and with an ego the room could barely contain. He was gross, determined to flirt with her and all Lina could do was force the best ‘future dentist, people’s person Eva’ smile on her face while all she wanted to do, was to deck him in the jaw. Swear to god, a minute more and she’d do just that. Eva had drinks to deliver and Lina had phones to steal — neither had time or patience for this shit.
