[color=ed145b][h2]Rajvi Bapodra[/h2][/color]

The man's laughter only made the situation worse: Rajvi, in her panicked state, immediately assumed that he was laughing at her.  Then, if things weren't bad enough, "[color=f7941d]I only hate you a little bit,[/color]" too. The logical part of her mind recognized that it was likely meant as a joke and that the man—Milo, apparently—didn't actually hate her. She even heard what he said afterwards, about being kidding and not being upset in the slightest. The logical part of her mind wanted to introduce herself gregariously, and perhaps see where the night would take things as she made a pair of friends, something she hadn't actually done in well over three years. Sadly, the logical part of her mind generally had problems when it came to decision-making in a social environment, and more often than not, the emotional, fear-driven part of her overrode it and had the greater say. So it was here. For as long as she'd lived, she'd been unable to introduce herself to people properly, and that didn't look like it would change tonight

So instead, she said in a quavering, anxiety-filled voice so quiet that it was likely wouldn't be heard at all over the music and the crowd,

"[color=ed145b]I-I'm...Rajvi. Bapodra. I'm sorry.[/color]"

As the young woman introduced herself a thoughtful expression came onto her face and her eyes widened fractionally. [color=ed145b][i]Lady De Winter?[/i][/color] she thought. [color=ed145b][i]I've seen that before. Didn't she help code for the new LightMail website and app?[/i][/color]

Shuffling uncomfortably in her heavy parka, she moved slightly closer to the pair, away from the thick crowds around them. Not too close, though. Scrambling desperately for something—[i]anything[/i]—to say and gradually becoming more and more overwhelmed by the bright lights, loud noises and large crowd, she began to look and feel slightly ill as she turned to Victoria. "[color=ed145b]I l-l-like your h-hair[/color]," she said, smiling tremulously.

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