We're So Fancy

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'
Svetlana would keep a small smile on her face as Arivae approached her. Oh boy, this sure was awkward. She could feel the other girl’s anxiety, mingling with her own. Was this meeting truly to end before it even begun? Svetlana would lower her gaze somewhat, trying to defeat the feeling of nervousness within her. It was her fault that she felt this way. By the words of the other young woman she could tell that her actions at the meeting had offended her. First step, she supposed, was apologizing.

“Look... I’m sorry about my actions at the meeting. I know it was a bit rude I just...” Svet would advert her gaze. “I... I feel really overprotective of him.” She would confess. “I hope you can excuse my child-like behavior.” Her voice got quieter the more she spoke.