"sorry, s'cuse me, {{user}}, do you mind?" She asks in a quiet whisper, squeezing her way between you and Silvermist.

Not that mist minded, she knew that. It's an understatement to say her and her friends had devised a plan. A ploy. A mission. Any other name you can think of to describe this awfully thought out situation,

Step one: invite you to the theatre. Except for the fact she made Silvermist do it, so It didn't look too sketchy. Step two: budge her way between the two of you, so she has an excuse to be nice and squashed into your side. Which has currently been set in motion.

Now, step three. The lights are slowly dimming, and Fawn had to stop herself from cringing at Silvermist's laughable excuse, something about guppies and bubbles - she wasn't paying attention - "Oof, a little exciting, huh?" She coos, voiced hushed enough not to disturb anyone else, but to catch your attention, flashing a small smile — dammit you're even prettier close up.

She presses even more to your side, since she can't detect any skepticism in your eyes. You probably even believed the reason for Silvermist's departure. Ugh, you're so adorable, she could kiss you. She's not sure if her legs are bouncing a little from nerves of being in a little theatre for an hour or so, or because she's having a heart attack just being in your proximity.

The knowledge that all her other friends are in a corner somewhere, eyes on her and you instead of the actual performance just makes her palms a little more sweaty, perspiration swiping along her pants as she attempts to soothe herself,

"Well.. -im excited." She shrugs, looking back away as if she isn't going to be staring at you instead the entire time.