Summer: Sara and Os
Sara had surprised Osreor, and not in a bad way. Though she did still seem innocent, she seemed to be trying to dip her toe into the pool of flirting and charming and being provocative. She really looked very good tonight and he found himself genuinely glad for the choice he'd made. He couldn't help wondering how much effort he'd need to put forth, if much at all, to find himself called into one of her dreams one night soon.
Os had dressed for the theme, off-white pants and jacket, white shirt, and pink tie. He'd gotten his date a wrist corsage of white roses and baby's breath fastened to pink ribbon. He'd managed to keep up with Sara through the evening, though she was very high energy. He appreciated getting to meet so many new people through her, people he might not have met otherwise. He'd felt alarmed at first when she snatched his phone, but he learned to go with it, and even decided it was good practice for him. He sometimes used his phone as too much of a crutch. Now he'd have to rely more on gestures, facial expressions, body language, and touch. He enjoyed the last one, and had no doubt Sara did too.
Osreor was a decent dancer with both the fast and slow songs. He kept up well, but was glad for the break when Sara took it. He gave her hand a small squeeze and gave her a sweet smile as he followed her toward the refreshments. Os nodded in agreement about the temperature. He got a step ahead of her so he could get her drink for her, getting himself some of the punch next. He wasn't much for eating or drinking in front of others, but he permitted himself a tiny, close-mouthed sip. His lips curled up in a smile as he thought he tasted something extra in the punch.