Rowen shuffled nervously in place. He looked around the room and spied some people he recognized, but looked away from them immediately. After all, nobody in this room really liked him due to his quickly declining public opinion. Oh, how he wished he'd stayed home this evening...
He stared at his shoes as Florence started to go into the numbers for what he assumed was the quarter. They were going up, from what he gathered (though Rowen didn't care either way for business mumbo jumbo) which was a good thing. But he just didn't see a reason to care. Not that he'd say that. That would earn an angry lecture from Rudalotte, whom he already didn't care much for.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glance from Drake. He tried his best to smile, but the other man looked away quickly. Drake was an awkward fellow. He didn't know what to think of him. But then again, Rowen wasn't the type of person to be talking about awkwardness.
He tried his best to look as confident as he could, but he just couldn't hide his anxiousness at the whole situation. He just wanted all of this to end... so he could get back to his clinic.