“i… hope you know i’m not interested in you… i’m just here for the champagne and cute little pastries…” alexander grinned, sipping at the tall glass of bubbling liquid.
–I..
Mark quickly shuts himself, looking straight at the prince, then forward again, replying with no emotions.
–Yes, milord.
The other must be drunk or something. Because Mark haven’t said a thing to him, haven’t asked anything. Yet he’s still being pulled in “conversation”. But he have to keep it cool, since he’s the new guard of this prince.
Mark was just leaving the cafeteria and was reading some documents, being fully in his work. At one moment he bumped against someone and all his paper fell on the ground. He quickly looked at someone that he pushed and said next.
–My apologies.
He said calmly and quickly got down, starting to pick up his paper.
