Tristan was trying to fight back his worries, it was his first time opening a show. Really, it shouldn't be so different from the other times, right? Still he knew all eyes would especially be on him, and that was a little stressful. It was amazing he was able to get this job, it was a big jump from assorted editorial shoots standing sexily near expensive furniture. Harlan wasn't the biggest center of fashion in the world, but it was a major city, in a country he'd never even been to before.
      "I worry about getting old, ha! Now I am going somewhere, something good will happen now."

     Sarah was put out, Tristan was as attractive as his photographs, but that terrible accent... She should have known with a name like "Yponcyk." It was too late to pick a different boy now. She'd have to ask Demetri how long it took for him to stop sounding like... wherever he was from, some 'ethnic-y' place. Speaking of that devil, she was excited to show him up. Fran said that he'd picked some sexy fellow, but no doubt it was just another scrawny, big schnoz, femme-y boy like he always went for. Obviously a pure-born Glennish could make better choices. She'd just have to make sure her boy kept his mouth shut, so that glaring fault wouldn't make itself known.