George Crabtree & Tefe Holland
George was having a lovely time of it. It was a very clever idea, a sort of courting merry-go-round.
With an exuberant smile, he joined his final pairing of the evening, standing across from her for a moment, hands on his chair. It was poor manners to simply sit down without her invitation. "Good evening! It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is George. George Crabtree."
He was lucky that all the women he'd been invited to speak with had all been very pretty, that continued, and a delight to chat with, which he hoped this one would be as well.