The Great Gabesby || Isobel & Gabriel
As a self-proclaimed wallflower, Isobel finds that she doesn't feel particularly at ease within the throng of dancing bodies that seem intertwined in a graceless mass on the dance floor. It's not her kind of party, yet she stands on the outskirts and watches with as much interest as someone so calm cam possibly muster. With a critical eye, she skims over details that most might have missed in their hurry to break from their groups and amass themselves in the horde, yet she sees almost everything.
The sheer number of people astounds her, yet it's only one that grabs her attention initially -- a figure that stands not far from her and is even less suited for parties than Isobel herself. Maybe it's curiosity that cause her to speak, but words tumble freely after much thought as to how they should be strung together.
"Isn't it amazing how many people are dressed incorrectly? I believe I saw someone walking around dressed as if they were from the '40s."