"Good," Sana said, settling back into her seat and trying not to look like a grinning fool. For all that she was starting to miss her friends in New York and all of the other things it could offer, this was something she had hoped would offer a contrasting force of gladness to be back in England. "I tried to guess when you might have a lull before dinner, and come tonight instead of tomorrow."
There was speed dating at Dem's now, which Sana thought was the biggest indicator of Mr. Demsky having passed the reins to Azah. It sounded fun, and something to get a young crowd interested in a few drinks and new people in the door, but Sana had hoped to have a more leisurely cup of tea, and wasn't particularly interested in meeting a dozen men as well.