Sana felt like a movie star entering the party. It was an odd sensation and she wasn't entirely sure if she was comfortable with it. It felt like everyone's eyes were on them. They might have been...<em>Oh crap, what have I got myself into,</em>she thought. It's not like she was really shy or anything but it was a lot easier being anonymously naughty then it was actually being in the centre of attention. This whole lesbian relationship thing was all knew to her still too. In the back of her head she could almost hear the sound of her mother gasping when she had first told her parents that she was gay. That thought wasn't helping her at all.<br/><br/>Sana blushed a deep shade of crimson.<br/><br/><em>James guessed slightly hesitantly, "And who's this? Your...sister?" </em>He spoke to Mayson but looked at Sana, her cheeks hot from the blush still.<br/><br/><em>Oh please, you're not twelve," Mayson rolled her eyes. "Sana, this is my boss James, and James, this is my girlfriend Sana," she said proudly, not an ounce of self-consciousness detectable. </em><br/><br/>Sana was amazed at how calm Mayson was. She wished that she could keep that cool under pressure. Mayson was a hell of a woman. Sana blushed a little less, Mayson's strength making her feel a bit better about the situation.<em>She is super awesome, can't believe she even gives a nerd like me the time of day, </em>Sana thought.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi,"</strong>Sana said rather flatly. She wondered how that sounded or how it came out.<em>It was way too wooden,</em>she thought as she worried.<br/><br/><em>"Ah..." James said. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sana. You must be quite a woman yourself to have taken May off the market, she's definitely a catch. Could I offer you ladies anything to drink?"</em><br/><br/>Sana said,<strong>"You're telling me."</strong>Then her eyes widened.<em>So dumb, so dumb.. so dumb...</em><strong>"Drink would be great. Something in a big glass."</strong>She tried to laugh off her nervousness, tapped at her thigh then fidgeted with the hem of her mini-dress which suddenly felt a whole lot shorter. In a slight panic she dropped her eyes then took note of the marble mosaic on the floor, anything to not have to look him in the eyes again.<br/><br/>She thought,<em>see this is why nerds don't go to parties. I should just find myself a bench along the wall and sit on it like the wall-flower loser that I am.</em>She sighed - probably audibly - she really didn't have any clue. This was a sinking disaster and she was embarrassing the hell out of her girlfriend.<em>Could this get any worse?!</em><br/>