Tam Cobalt - Monday Morning - Beacon Courtyard
Tam winced as the girl took her headphones out, he had committed one of the worst social faux pas possible! Trying to speak to someone while they have headphones in, now what was he supposed to do? He glanced at the cheese seller, rumours would spread, no one would talk to him, no one would join his team, he'd never meet anyone, never have children, die old and alone in a hovel somewhere beyond the ken of man!
"I am so sorry! Did you as a question or something?"
Okay, okay just play it cool, we can recover this. He thrust his hand forward to shake her hand.
"Hey, I'm Tam..." His mind went blank "urr" He cleared his throat, buying a little more time. His eyes finally aligned on the pool of darkness attached to her hip. "Cool weapon! What's it do?"
Okay, good work, solid contribution to the conversation, awesome recovery.
Tams smile became a little fixed as he awaited her reply. Something ticked in his mind, some nervous reflex telling him he had missed something, Something about the cheese seller. He sniffed the air, something... He ever so casually turned his gaze on the cheese seller. Fox! A primal nervousness filled him, a reflexive fight or flight reaction hanging on a knifes edge, he forced it down and took a half step closer to her, as if to prove the point.