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Continued from here.
An odd refusal met the boy. The woman could’ve just said she wasn’t hungry. Though, Dwyer wasn’t one to scrutinize someone’s dialect. It was not in his place to question it. Heaving a sigh through his nose, he set the plate down next to him as he settled beside the party’s other spectator. Really, it was here where the crowd was just the right distance away to observe without being dragged into the heart of the festivities.
His eyes met her briefly before they began to tail a young couple, strolling with their hands intertwined.
“It’s too loud... I’m merely here to be a servant, making sure everyone has their fill of food or whatever.”
He then focused his attention on the other beside him, “You don't seem to be here to socialize either. It’s not really my place to ask, but... what brings you to this event?”