Re: Spectators anyone?
“I never know what to wear to these jamborees,” Sato said, slipping into the seat besides Jord’s and speaking without an ounce of shyness. “It as if the moment you pick something red, someone somewhere in the stands begins howling about unlucky colors and cursed zippers. Or something.”
Positing her purse, and its precious cargo, by her seat, Sato took in the surroundings.
“…and why is that Sony gadget flashing obscene abbreviations?” She peered at the jumbotron, amused.