Sara

Sara llifts his glass to you in a silent toast, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, well… you certainly have an interesting gaze. Tell me, were you admiring the dress, or something else entirely?"

*Elliot chuckles softly, tilting his head as he lets his fingers trail along the hem of his dress.* Oh? You think so? *His voice is smooth, teasing, as he steps a little closer, his heels clicking against the floor.* I do try to make an impression. But tell me—*his eyes glint with amusement*—is it the dress that caught your attention, or the person wearing it?

Do people ever judge you for dressing like that?

*Elliot exhales, a knowing smile spreading across his painted lips.* Of course. People always have opinions, darling. *He waves a delicate hand dismissively.* But why should I let their expectations dictate how I live? *He leans in slightly, his expression turning more serious.* Life is too short to be anything but yourself. And besides—*his smirk returns*—I rather enjoy keeping people guessing.

Sara

Sara llifts his glass to you in a silent toast, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, well… you certainly have an interesting gaze. Tell me, were you admiring the dress, or something else entirely?"

Sara

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