Yvonne quietly sipped from her glass of beer as she carefully listened to Lee speak about his experiences as one of Hollywood's hottest A-listers; although she certainly couldn't relate to most of what the man had gone through since he'd gained a bit of success, she could empathize with him. Yvonne was no stranger to having people stick their noses into her business, but it must've been a lot more frustrating having to deal with it at all times. When Lee apologized for making Yvonne his "life-line," the young woman simply shook her head and waved her hand. "No, it's totally fine," she assured him, "I probably would've done the same thing if I was in your situation. You needed to find a way to... escape. I get it." By this time, Yvonne had finished her beer, and decided against signaling the bartender for another. After all, she had yet to eat dinner, and was wise enough to know better than to drink a copious amount of alcohol on an empty stomach.
Soon after, Lee asked about what Yvonne did for a living, but before she could fill him in on the bland details of her own life, an announcement was made from the front of the ballroom. Turning around in the stool, Yvonne spotted a large, balding man standing upon the stage; the orchestra had stopped playing their music, which grabbed the attention of most of everyone else at the bar. “In fifteen minutes your dinner will be served," the man said as he adjusted his thick framed glasses, "Please be sure to be seated at your appropriate table. Once 6:00 pm hits our head honcho and CEO will make an announcement.”
"Well, I guess that's our cue. We should go grab our seats before they start serving dinner," Yvonne said as she stood from her seat and smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress, "It was nice... catching up with you, Lee," Yvonne said to the man with a small grin before turning on her heel and making her way back to her designated table.
Yvonne arrived just in time to hear a woman she'd spotted earlier mention something about working as a mortician; the young woman couldn't help but shudder at the thought of working over dead bodies for a living. As she placed her purse on the back of the chair and took her seat, Yvonne listened as a few of the people at her table began to make their introductions. "I'm Yvonne King... from Harlem," she said when she got the chance, "By day, I'm an art history professor. But by night... well, I'm a painter. A struggling artist, I guess you could call me." Her last few words were directed more towards Lee; she figured that she'd use that as the chance to answer his previous question.