He'd had Jazz's attention already, but now he had her interest. And was his voice that did it. The accent wormed its way into her brain and had her sitting up. Perhaps it was because as a fellow accent afflicted being it was something she could relate to - but more likely it was because his accent was clearly British, and to her British was instantly synonymous with history, old-world aristocracy, and wealth....
It didn't always work out that way, but added to that snappy suit and shiny shoes? She had a good feeling about this. A very good feeling.
She pushed off the ground and turned behind the statue, brushing at her clothes as the gears turned in her brain. She glanced into her ice cream cup as the beginnings of a plan formed and smiled. Just enough watery syrup left in the bottom to be of use.
She peeked around the statue's ankles, who knew - maybe if she got off with enough she could bribe her way out of the show tonight.
The idea was so thrilling she could barely stand to wait for him to get close.