[Taryon nods after receiving the text message. Best that Taryon has the more dramatic mission: distraction. He must put his good looks to use while he's still young.
He turns his head over his shoulder to smile at the jumpy guy and lets his eyes linger on his expression. It's nice, having a bar flirtation start out this strong.] Thank you for the suggestion, sir. [He takes his wine glass and delicately holds it towards the intern.]
Perhaps I should see if there's space for me. Good evening.
[He slides off the bar stool, stands up tall, and saunters over to the group of interns. It's ridiculous, to most, but the nervous guy sees only a confident, well-dressed man directly walking towards him. Taryon drops himself onto a neighboring seat, leans against the table, and starts asking the basics: what's your name? Are you new here? How's your day?
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He turns his head over his shoulder to smile at the jumpy guy and lets his eyes linger on his expression. It's nice, having a bar flirtation start out this strong.] Thank you for the suggestion, sir. [He takes his wine glass and delicately holds it towards the intern.]
Perhaps I should see if there's space for me. Good evening.
[He slides off the bar stool, stands up tall, and saunters over to the group of interns. It's ridiculous, to most, but the nervous guy sees only a confident, well-dressed man directly walking towards him. Taryon drops himself onto a neighboring seat, leans against the table, and starts asking the basics: what's your name? Are you new here? How's your day?
The attention is well-appreciated by the target.]