The taste of carbonated apple had just touched her tongue when the man beside her spoke. To her, in fact. Rita started, even while she silently cursed the reaction. Turning blue eyes on the man on the seat next to her, as she swallowed and nodded.
"Yes." Rita blinked, before shaking her head. "I mean, no. No I am not big on this social scene," the last two words were twisted slightly under the repetition in her own accent. "I apologize, I am not good at this," she indicated the room. "Whole..." the young woman shrugged. "Thing." A sigh nearly escaped at her, as she took another sip of her drink to still her verbal stumbling.
A quiet person by nature, stepping outside her comfort zone, which was on a yoga mat in the sunshine. Not as much in piano bars.