Astoria gritted her teeth, knowing that any enjoyment she might have gotten from the event was gone. She wasn't going to be staying much longer and she knew it the moment Clint had sauntered over. She'd told Daphne she'd listen to him. She would. That didn't, however, change how she felt about him. The sight of him looking so put together only heated her blood further. A part of her wanted to just wrap her arms around him tightly and keep him there ... but that desire had grown much more distant than the solid rock she'd built up around the thoughts of him and his sister.
"Black like my heart," she responded, her eyes never straying from the crowd of unfamiliar faces in front of her. She didn't care what they were thinking, nor did she care about what they were saying to each other. She just watched the bits and pieces of emotions flicker. It was strangely relaxing. "I figured it was appropriate."
She didn't know what else to say to him. It had been a long time since he'd left and after the first year of hoping he'd show back up, she'd just stopped thinking about him. Topics of conversation weren't a exactly high on the priority list these days.