Someone at least was hoping that he wouldn't come to that conclusion, as Sunny approached and, feeling bold she supposed in her armor--such was the only way for her to think of wearing white or black--she lay a hand on Faizel's shoulder and planted a quick, soft kiss on his cheek. "I didn't think this would be your kind of thing."

She didn't think most things that included mingling would be his kind of thing, quite frankly.