she’ll see i’m not so tough - bob/alicia
“You don’t seem to be having a very good time.”
Robert started a little at the voice, then started again when he turned to identify the source. The woman standing next to him was easily the most beautiful person he’d ever encountered in real life. Even with the apologetic expression on her face, her eyes were laughing, icy blue but warm as the sun. Her blonde hair was coiffed and pulled back into a soft bun. Curls were escaping near her ears and at her temples, probably tugged loose in an attempt to soften the knife-sharp lines of her cheekbones and jaw.
He shook his head a little before he spoke, both to confirm her theory and to clear his head. “No, I’m not really good at big crowds like this yet.”
“Yet?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, this is only my first season playing professionally.” He extended a hand to her. “Robert Zimmermann.”
She smiled and took it. “Alicia Graham. It’s nice to meet you.”
He blinked at the excellent - if continental - accent. “You speak French?”
“I lived in Paris for almost a year on my own, modeling. It was swim or drown. I noticed your accent, I thought maybe this would help the nerves a little.” She smiled and patted his arm.
“Well, now I’m not nervous about all these people anymore.” He bit his tongue before he let himself say it anyway. “Just nervous about impressing the incredibly kind and beautiful woman whose acquaintance I’ve been lucky enough to make tonight.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Smooth, very smooth. So you’re just awkward in English then?” She laughed and he joined her, marveling at the music of it.