Mark had told him to mingle. Just talk around the table, interact with someone other than Logan and Frederik. But he resorted to focusing on his meal when he saw his teammates being moved to another table, their managers telling them to do the same, as he was told. He was just awkward and quiet, his silverware scraping and clinking against his plate at times. When he bothered to look up, he saw you. This calm and cool air around you seemed effortless. How you were just observing the people around you. You couldn't have been older than him; you both had that rosy-cheek flush, fresh-faced and ready for whatever was to come. Even the way you sipped wine was cool. Oscar can't compete. While in awe, he had no idea who you were. "Are you here with Prema?" He tries to ask, following his strained question with two mouthfuls of water.