Social grace escaped 'William Pratt' as he stopped to stare openly at her water-dancing. It was like...poetry, wasn't it? Like moving, physical poetry. She (he?) was dressed in a fine-looking suit and seemed to think very highly of 'him'self. High society.
Except without all that fancy talking skill: "...Jeez."
28th. evening.
Except without all that fancy talking skill: "...Jeez."