[b]9 pm
Kim Judd [/b]

For a moment Kim was confused when Klara stops the group, but she smiled when Klara mentioned Sol's flair for theatrics. Kim was excited to see what the Wolf son had up his sleeve. She didn’t mind playing along with his theatrics, even with the nervous butterflies in her stomach, which made her wish she hadn't drank that glass of champagne.

When she was finally on the dance floor for a brief moment she was at a loss as to what to do, that moment did not last long. A gentleman asked for a dance. She accepted apologizing for her two left feet, but he quite easily picked up her slack. She laughed at one point and said "This is no line dance that's for sure."

"Line dance?" He asked.

"Yeah, for country songs. I guess that is a very American thing to do. All of my school dances growing up were that or some weird hip-hop thing."

"How do you do line dances?"

"Uh I guess it's not that difficult a bunch of people line up and just dance. It's a lot of footwork. I haven't done one in ages." The song ended and another gentleman asked for a dance.



Soon Kim lost count of how many dances she had been in, tired and thirsty she went to find Felix, which wasn’t difficult.

Near him a well built gentleman, who looked much too large for a suit, but filled this one out perfectly, smiled at Kim. "You look like you've been enjoying yourself." He said. Kim couldn't help but see how the smile light up his whole face.

"I am, but it is thirsty work having that much fun. Felix, could I have some water please?" When supplied with the cool drink Kim turned back to the blond man. "Are you not dancing?"

"I haven't had a partner worth dancing with." He said looking a little forlorn. "All of the lovely ladies have been distracted with others."

"Oh." Kim paused, finished her water and said, "Well I am free now." The man's face lit up again with that smile. Kim returned it as he took her hand and led her away from the edge of the room. "I've never been somewhere so amazing."

"Really? You seem to have fallen right into step." He started leading the dance.

"Oh goodness no. I'm just going with the flow. I have no idea what I'm doing. There are not enough cowboy hats and boots for this to be the kind of party I'm used to." Kim laughed as she explained.

"Where are you from?" He asked confused.

"California, from the Central Valley specifically. I mean don't get me wrong there is plenty to do without riding a horse, but the town I grew up in didn't think so. Then my parents moved to Bako and things just got confusing." She kind of shrugged, losing her smile. "I'm sorry I didn't get your name." She changed the subject.

"Wilhelm, but everyone calls me Klein." He smiled. This smile wasn't as bright, but it was still infectious. “What is Bako?”

"Well my name is Kimberly and everyone calls me Kim. I don't see how Klein is short for Wilhelm, but if that's what you want to be called then I shall call you Klein." Kim blinked, "Wow that rambled a bit. Sorry and uh well Bako is a nickname for Bakersfield.”

"Don't apologize for that. You're fine, and yes I like being called Klein." The song ended and Klein led her back toward the edge of the room. "Let's get some fresh air." Klein suggested and the pair went onto the grounds.

[b]11pm[/b]

"Can I ask something?" Klein asked.

"Haven't you been all night?" Kim grinned at him. He smiled back at her.

"No I mean I've really enjoyed this time, and I want to remember it and how beautiful you looked." Kim was glad it wasn't well lit where they were. "Do you mind if we take a picture?"

"No I don't mind, as long as you send it to me later." She smiled at him.

"Excellent, now where should we take it?" He asked.

"Oh I know, in the entryway in front of one of the suns." Kim suggested excited.

"Perfect." They walked back inside as a car’s lights illuminated the drive, made their way to a particularly obtuse Sun in the entryway. Klein pulled his phone from his pocket, and took a well framed picture of the two of them with the sun’s rays right behind them.

Klein had just put his phone into his pocket when footsteps drew Kim’s attention to the front door. Mr. Aust was walking in. He was wearing the same suit from when he had picked the group up from the airport. To Kim’s eyes he looked somewhat irritated, as if something had gone wrong since the last time she had seen him.

“Good evening, Ms Judd! Good evening, Herr Baum! Are we enjoying ourselves?” Mr. Aust asked. 

Kim smiled at him. “Yes I am, thank you very much.”

“Herr Aust,” Klein nodded to him in greeting. “We were just coming in from getting some fresh air.”

“Of course you were; it must be very warm in there. Excuse us for a moment, Ms Judd.”

Michael led Klein just far enough away that Kim could barely hear what he is saying. “Sie wissen doch was die Regeln sind. Geben Sie‘s mir.” Klein removed his phone from his pocket and handed it over to Mr. Aust. Without a glance back at Kim he heads back into the ballroom. 

With Klein suddenly gone without so much as a wave goodbye Kim was left standing in the entryway with Mr. Aust confused and a bit hurt as to what he could have said to Klein to send him off like that and having taken his phone. She turned to Mr. Aust looking more taken aback than anything else. 

“Why did you take his phone?” She asked, her voice a bit shaky.

“He’ll get it back, don’t worry!” Mr. Aust tossed the phone up and then catches it deftly. He puts the phone into his breast pocket. *gently throws it into the air, catches it, and puts it in his breast pocket. “The Wolfs don’t like people playing with their phones when they have a party. He should have put it in the bowl - as he knows.” He sounds amused, and Kim felt like he was talking down to her, as if she were a child.

“What did you say to him so he wouldn’t even look at me?” This time as Kim spoke her voice cracked just a little.

“I didn’t mention your name, Ms Judd. It’s all him.” Mr. Aust lit a cigarette, his tone brooked no argument. There was something about that wording that bugged Kim. She knew wording precision could change the meaning of something easily. It was almost Fey like. True, Michael hadn’t said her name, but there were ways talk about people without doing such. She was infuriated with herself for not having spent more time learning German before coming. She just hadn’t had enough time. 

“Very well.” Kim turned on her heel and headed up the stairs toward her room. She was done with this evening. A part of her was angry at herself for daring to get close to someone. She had not planned on coming on this trip to meet some guy and fall in love. This trip was to get away from emotional connections like that for a bit. She imagined Zach for a moment and nearly burst into to tears.