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[indent][indent]Tell me, how many times have you heard that this was not x's scene? That this was not a place they felt very comfortable in? I'm assuming [i]a lot[/i]. If you ask Yousef directly, he'd count himself amongst that group... but it's not true. Anyone with eyes could see that Yousef was in his element, mingling amongth the posh and the pretentious. 

He may not have been raised in a wealthy family, but Yousef knew how to deal with them. He smiled politely towards the families that thought him to be worth less than their shoes, and he maintained small talk towards those that weren't complete assholes. It wasn't for very long though, he could feel the unnerving stare burning the back of his neck from his boss if he lingered in one place too long.[color=FFA07A]“I apologise, Mrs Baker, but I must return to my duty.”[/color] Yousef raised the almost empty tray of champagne glasses briefly, enough to bring the tray to the [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/dc39effbe6fef7f59aee3645212f1ec0/tumblr_nsisqn6qgG1s0xdato8_r1_500.gif]elderly woman’s[/url] attention.

Mrs Baker gave the tanned boy a look before digging into her clutch to pull out a few pristine bills. Before Yousef could stop her, the woman tucked the money into his blazer pocket before sending him away, only letting him go once he promised to return to continue their conversation during his break. Yousef humoured the woman before disappearing into the crowds.

Yousef counted a number of glasses still on his tray, finding only two glasses remaining. Yousef decided it was time to return to the bar where he could return the empty glasses for the filled ones. On his way to the bar, Yousef crossed by the one family he was very acquainted with, with two notable absences. [color=FFA07A][i]‘She’s around here somewhere, probably bothering some elderly woman by talking about her dog.’[/i][/color] He was certain Cassandra would never think about leaving their home without bringing [i]darling[/i] Analise with her, but he couldn't say the same thing for her son, Benji.


He passed by Cassandra and her husband without alerting the two of his presence. The last thing he needed was for Cassandra to make a scene and bring unwanted attention towards him. Yousef took quick steps towards the bar, expertly avoiding the crowds around the bar to make his way to the front and ask for the empty glasses to be replaced. [b]“Mr Tarhan.”[/b] Yousef froze at the sound of his black haired boss behind him. Bracing himself for a telling off for talking to Mrs Baker for too long, he was [s]pleasantly[/s] surprised to find that it wasn’t him Boss Lady had a problem with.

Samantha was supposed to be back from her break five minutes ago, and Boss Lady was [i]not[/i] happy. Yousef spotted Samantha rushing from the elevators from the corner of his eye, and he inwardly sighed. [color=FFA07A]“Really? I saw Samantha by the stage a few minutes ago.”[/color] Yousef lied. Boss Lady didn’t look like she believed him for a second, but Yousef was sure she had no reason [i]not[/i] to believe him either.

Yousef wasn’t sure whether he had gotten away with his lie. Boss Lady was still hovering by the bar, rubbing her temples tiredly, but she wasn’t saying anything else to him. When the bartender tapped him on the shoulder to grab his attention, Yousef took the tray of champagne and [i]ran[/i].

Right into Samantha.

He shoved the tray of delicate champagne glasses in her direction. [color=FFA07A]“You’re late. I told Sarah you were covering the stage area.”[/color] He gave Sammi a look. [color=FFA07A]“You owe me.”[/color][/indent][/indent]