He couldn’t really remember the last time he had attended one of these galas, but no matter now much time had passed between then and now, the objects still garnered his attention like nothing else. Sure, most of the attendees here were folks that just like to flaunt what they had. Though, with all the beautiful pieces of work as well as the people ( kind of hard not to notice how well they dressed and such ), there was only one piece out of everything there that he had come to make sure nothing happened to:
From what he had been told, it was something of a cursed jewel. Steve had found it just a minute ago and it ( nearly) took his breath away. He was no jeweler, but it was obvious that this piece had to be marked very handsomely – and by that, he meant ridiculously expensive. He turned to look around the room for a second; had the reports that he received been accurate, there would be someone at the gala tonight that would –
His brows rose as he turned to look at whomever spoke. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was beautiful, but was it now that he considered himself lucky that physical traits couldn’t lead him astray too badly ( unlike they had when he was first starting out, if he was being honest with himself). He admired her appearance for a moment before looking back at the jewel, leaning down to read the plaque as she told him about what it read. A very faint ‘snerk’ left him as he leaned back up. Of course they would try to make it sound more romantic than how it actually happened. He was no stranger to that.
Steve nodded his agreement, “ It is beautiful - probably the best I’ve seen so far tonight, in my personal opinion.” He gave her a soft smirk, “ That, in full honesty, doesn’t surprise me that badly as I’ve seen a decent amount of romanticized stories in my day.” He messed with his necktie a little, “ You would think that they would add some of that to the little tale they have here of the most recent finding.. I’m sure some of the people here would like that kind of story..” He cleared his throat and extended a hand to her.
“ I’m Steve, by the way - Steve Rogers. And you are..?”
DIANA WATCHED HIM carefully, subtle enough in the time it took him to read the plaque to look like she was merely waiting for him to speak again. he was a neatly groomed man, a polite conversationalist thus far. he was not overly eager in gathering information on the sea of flames, which was a good thing — thieves of this day && age were usually impatient, too excited to get their sticky fingers on the next payday.
HE OFFERED HIS hand, && she had to push aside her observations. diana extended her own hand, fingertips brushing against his before she shook his hand with a firm grip. a polite smile remained on her lips. ❝ diana prince, antiquities dealer. it is a pleasure to meet you. ❞ as she withdrew her hand, the sea of flames caught her eye. its smooth surface glinted, light catching in the center. crimson shades shifted into burnt reds, bled into ruby hues that contrasted sharply with the sapphires, cobalts, && azures that surrounded the core. for a moment, the amazonian found herself a little breathless; such a jewel seemed too beautiful to be supposedly cursed. focus, diana.
❝ you sound familiar with the way horrible things are turned into such niceties. if you do not mind my asking, has an occupation exposed you to that sort of thing frequently? ❞ her gaze wandered over him respectfully && full eyebrows raised in inquisition. ( a burst of laughter from a group near them briefly drowned out the soft music of tchaikovsky playing. champagne glasses clinked. ) ❝ judging by your straight posture && neat grooming, perhaps you were in the military, mr. rogers? ❞ things she could never forget. habits like that, once ingrained into a soldier, were hard to forget.
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