At once, the cold shoulder I give Regina turns her smile bitter. Unexpectedly, as she realises the temperament she creates does not entertain her date, her manners alternate, "It seems like you have an aversion to wasting time, that I will claim it as a coincidence here…" she proposes, "We shall skip greetings, shall we not?"
As she mentions, that stiff socialite's smile on her face quickly fades out. She drops her eye level while raising her head and leaning towards me. She rests her elbow next to the cutleries while her chin in her palm. Her eyes look peering when she lays her glare on my face again, whereas the smile she puts up this time seems comparatively profane.
