Vanessa now found herself leaning by an empty spot on the buffet table, her right hand holding her punch while her feet crossed over each other. A daring venture, considering she was in heels. Scanning the crowds from here was a little easier as the scene included the seating area she had been sitting in moments earlier. In the midst of her crowd gazing, another guest of the wedding walked by, as polite as anyone she's seen, then made her way to the group of boys that she had left behind. It was curious to say the least, but thinking further on it wasn't something the teenager was really interested in doing.