*Shaun*
As I leisurely sip my drink, a voice interrupts my thoughts. "Hi, are you waiting for someone?"
I shift my gaze to the source of the voice… a rather handsome man. "Oh no, just trying to make sense of this party... Are all the attendees here part of the Institute of the uber-duber Mind? I half-expect them to start handing out pamphlets."
"Pamphlets... Oh, that's what I forgot at home," he chuckles.
"And you're with the Institute," I remark with a hint of resignation. It figures.
He scrunches his nose in an endearing manner. "I teach the introduction workshop, but don't worry, I'm not here to recruit you."
"So, you have all good intentions?" I raise an eyebrow skeptically. My trust in the Institute is shaky, but Elijah, despite his affiliation, seems genuine. Perhaps this man i
