<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:Ballroom, BEST TABLE </strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Baylee, Kat, BEST TABLE </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Phil lit up when Baylee spoke of Nashville.<br/><br/>“I love Tooties! It’s a must-stop whenever I’m in town, especially since the Buckwild closed down. I’m sorry we missed each other, but who knows if you’d recognize me without the nametag. They have tons of independent bookstores so I end up doing signings and stuff when I’m in town. I need to talk to you about bartending sometime. I’ve tried to put a bartender in my new book, but she’s coming off as boring and flat.”<br/><br/>Baylee, Phil thought, was the exact opposite of that. Not boring. And certainly couldn’t be considered flat in any situation.<br/><br/>“And producing music! That’s fantastic. I know that getting studio and stage time is hard in a place as crowded as Nashville.”<br/><br/>The announcement came from Juliet that dinner was getting ready and Phil gave Bay the implicit offer of sitting together as they walked to Table #2.<br/><br/>“Writing isn’t that great. It’s a lot of time alone. With your thoughts. As far as romance and smut…” Phil looked up and sorted through a rolodex  of books in his mind. “Hey! Yes. I just got a new copy to read in advance of what’s supposed to be the new Fifty Shades. I’ve got it in my bag upstairs. Hopefully, I can get it to you before I leave. You can read it for me and tell me what I should say to the publisher.”<br/><br/>Perusing the Table, he waved to Katie, still intrigued by her, wanting to talk to her more at some point. But, he was frighteningly aware of how little he knew about the other people he was about to dine with. He hoped that some of them would introduce themselves or that Bay could be a bit of an envoy for him. It was the overwhelmed feeling that had made him not want to come to the reunion at all: he didn’t know who he was to these people and that terrified him as he sat with his drink, next to the girl he used to ogle and tutor, surrounded by other people he didn’t entirely know.