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His eyes crinkled at the sight of her blush. Galvin was certainly intrigued by Arista Sykes, and though she had met him for that strategy-centric dinner a few weeks ago, it was still surprising to see that she was somewhat intrigued by him too. She was a seeker that was notoriously prim, proper, and prideful (he amused himself with that play on words), so grabbing her attention that day in his journal had been unexpected. Maybe she was simply very competitive and liked to prove she was the best or maybe she was fine with the friendly competition, since he'd pushed his team just past hers and she had still come to the party.

His confidence had grown quite a bit since joining the Falcons, but since his most recent heartbreak and the years worth of depression he was still plowing through, Vinny was a bit concerned that she might find him...slightly incapable of managing a date-like situation. Arista knew him to be a fierce competitor on the pitch, but as someone to keep on her arm all night? To take her onto the dance floor and not cause an embarrassment? Vinny liked to believe he'd be able to manage it.

"It was my pleasure," Galvin said, straightening up. It was, and he suddenly felt like the night wasn't going to be a complete waste. The bartender came back, but Vinny paid him no mind, having been struck once again by how very pretty she was. He looked her over in a tactful manner, shaking his head in disbelief, "You look amazing, Arista. I'm worried you may have to find a more fitting bloke to stand by your side."