"It's okay, really. I know the feeling of missing times that will never come again."<br/><br/>Nerine turned to see if the man with the bare upperbody was looking at someone behind her, but he wasn't. Taking her glass of water she walked over to the stranger, sitting down as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. She was holding the glass with both hands and had her shoulders pulled up a little. This was a side affect of having been considered almost nothing by most while her mother had been alive.<br/><br/>"I am Nerine, and you are..?"<br/><br/>He sure had a wandering eye. Not that she could blame him. Every female here was more beautiful than any she had seen before. And the men attractive in their own way.