Re: Kwame and Simone
He found her flustered demeanor endearing, a bit like a fish out of water. "I am, yes." There was no use in trying to place her amongst the din of the garden and several strong drinks. "I'm Kwame." He smiled they way he did to a table that had just asked for a visit from the chef. It was a harder habit to break than he'd care to admit. She was beautiful and he had the thought that if he'd meet her before then he would've absolutely remembered her.