"Because I want to," Monet supplies airily. "I'm curious about his date, since he was being so secretive last week."
She's not ashamed. She's a considerate well-wisher who just wants the best for her childhood friend. Still, she fidgets a bit with her glass, feeling mildly exposed by his query. Maybe all of this slinking around and prodding makes her look silly, overly invested in things that are none of her concern. But it's not like Henry is the only person she's curious about. Or that she's the only one curious about him.
Monet sighs inwardly, then looks back at Tate, expression composed. "I'd bother Pansy about these things, but I can't trust her at the moment. Do you want to help me look?"
Monet & Tate
She's not ashamed. She's a considerate well-wisher who just wants the best for her childhood friend. Still, she fidgets a bit with her glass, feeling mildly exposed by his query. Maybe all of this slinking around and prodding makes her look silly, overly invested in things that are none of her concern. But it's not like Henry is the only person she's curious about. Or that she's the only one curious about him.
Monet sighs inwardly, then looks back at Tate, expression composed. "I'd bother Pansy about these things, but I can't trust her at the moment. Do you want to help me look?"