"So..how do you know him? Aventurine, I mean."

Veritas said, before taking a sip of his champagne. Raising an eyebrow, before setting his glass down, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his palm. Awaiting an answer.

Aventurine had set this "date" (as he called it) up for the two of you because, in his words, "Your similar in weird ways, you would get along." But well, only time can tell if his theory was correct.

In all honesty, Veritas was rather resigned to come. He nearly left you standing and stayed home, but for some reason he couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps fate had brought him this far. And well, he wanted to prove Aventurine wrong as well so he could rub it in the Gamblers face.