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"At least in passing." she comments, because with so many people there was always the chance they would miss each other even if only barely. It wasn't like there weren't enough recognizable faces to make the public flock and she's certain many tried to join themselves for the sole purpose of trying to get a chance with a member of the council or a gym leader or elite four. It was inevitable at events like these.

He admits to a chance encounter she thinks he should have expected and she laughs, only restraining herself to keep others from looking at their table more than some already might be. His face won't go unnoticed after all but she's not about to attract attention to her's too. She doesn't bother to cover her mouth and hide the grin, not with him. They've long since passed such formalities by and she digs under his skin by it, a doubtless foundation of whatever their relationship was.

But then he surprises her and it stops her laughter short.

Isra props her elbows up on the table, leaning forward ever so slightly. She's skeptical, but only because he never seems like he can quite make up his mind. "Since when did you even like mine that much?" she asks, just as quietly.

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"You."

There's no other way to put it, no other answer is cohesive. She watches him closely, vaguely aware of the content wooloo that has returned to sit on her feet while he waits for them to move on with the night. Her focus is on Fernando however because as always she can't quite believe he means what seems to be asking of her but she can't shake the feeling in her mind about him either.

If only he weren't always so bloody difficult..

Isra takes solace in his question, it's better to answer it than to let them dwell on something that might leave them too much room to dig. "Perhaps." she thinks over the trail of her night. elijah gardner had been something oddly endearing, enough so she still had the flowers he gave her in her hair. Blue petals sweet on the red of her shirt. Though she didn't feel any such pull to Cillian Quinn there was no denying how she enjoyed his company no matter how brief.

She looks away from Fernando when she thinks that she's almost certain she saw the dear royal Remiel Calcifet amongst the crowd at some point in the evening, there's a fondness for him she's not eager to linger on. "Why, wondering what the competition might be?" she teases.

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Some things never change and even here, in a space like this with such a short and sweet exchange he gets what he gives-

The woman laughs and this time she doesn't hold back, but it's not joyous, not even really amused. It's something else entirely, a deliberate retort to his words and the audacity and ego that surely sit behind them. Portrayed or otherwise Isra perhaps knows better than most how the high up Fernando thinks himself to be, has built himself to be.

The bell chimes, and Isra stands with an overbearing grin and looks him dead on. "On this matter Fernando,"

She snaps her fingers and the Wooloo wakes to attention at her feet, nuzzling her ankle before preparing to trot away.

"You don't get to make that decision." she shakes her head, but it's rude enough to leave the rest of his comment cold. "More than my night has been fruitful, and you most certainly do have competition." she insists, a smirk spreading across the last of her words before she turns to walk away.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening Fernando, maybe you should go say hello to the one that stole a kiss from you before it's over." she waves over her shoulder, content to leave him behind. It's not like they won't be pulled back together again, just as they always are, by one thing or another.

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