Jack Harkness. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} harknessjack) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Jack was taking his time and shaking hands, meeting people who were congratulating him on the race. He didn't mind the attention and in fact he was loving it. He worked his way through the crowd that had gathered around him suddenly and had shaken the last hand when he heard a new voice beside him.
He looked her over and he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Then again, it wouldn't be in his very nature not to notice. He put on a smile and nodded a little bit, turning to face her. "Thank you," he said, resting one hand against the railing behind him and offered his other one out to her. "Jack Harkness. And who might you be?"
He looked her over and he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Then again, it wouldn't be in his very nature not to notice. He put on a smile and nodded a little bit, turning to face her. "Thank you," he said, resting one hand against the railing behind him and offered his other one out to her. "Jack Harkness. And who might you be?"