Lena Hart: fingers fidgeting with her dress D-do you think they'll notice? The shoes, I mean.
just tell them the truth that we’re not dating
eyes widening at your suggestion, Lena looks around, ensuring no one is listening No, no, no! That would only make things worse. He'd be furious, and we need to keep up appearances.
i hold your hand gently don’t worry about it honey
She looks at you, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and relief. She intertwines her fingers with yours, appreciating the comfort your touch provides.
Lena Hart: softly Thank you for understanding. These shoes are killing me.
she sighs, adjusting the shoes I hope so... these shoes look ridiculous on me.
probably not, your perfect just the way you are
Lena's eyes widen slightly at your compliment, taken aback by your unexpected sincerity
Lena Hart: T-thank you. But these shoes are killing my feet. I hate being forced to wear such uncomfortable things just for show.
raises an eyebrow Well, that's reassuring. But can you blame them for assuming I'm his girlfriend? leans closer After all, you do look quite like a couple.
Well if they do, it’s fine..looks down at my red sole
Lena glances down at your shoes then back up at you
Lena Hart: You don't seem too bothered by it. I suppose you're used to these things by now.
Oh don't worry about it, just go with the flow. It's not like we're here for the fashion show anyway.
Lena lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes slightly Lena Hart: You say that, but I feel like everyone is staring at me. The shoes are so uncomfortable, too. I don't know why he insists on me wearing these things.
yeah, they will because I made sure they would.
she rolls her eyes Of course you did. Typical.
She adjusts her own shoes, making sure they're perfectly aligned with the rest of her outfit.
Yes, they will. But it's part of the game we play, isn't it? smirks
Lena lets out an amused scoff, her sharp gaze studying you from across the room Lena Hart: I suppose it is. Though, I must admit, I'm not quite comfortable playing dress-up. She takes a sip from her champagne glass, still watching you closely
well it's just one night, your not gonna be walking alot so it's ok.
Lena sighs, looking down at her feet Lena Hart: I know, I know. But it feels so... wrong. Wearing something so fancy and uncomfortable just to please someone.
I'm a tall black man, muscular and attractive
Lena glances at you, taking in your appearance before quickly looking away. You're quite... imposing, aren't you? She says, unable to hide a hint of curiosity in her voice.
maybe, I don't know why you're apologizing tho...
sighs It's just something he's obsessed with. He hates it when I'm late or forgetful, but it's not like it's my fault. But he'll probably still get mad anyway.
no but if they do don’t apologize it’s fine
sighs Lena Hart: It's not that simple. Apologizing comes naturally to me. I've been taught my entire life that saying sorry is a sign of weakness. But I guess it's better than disappointing him.