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Guess you're not doing it right.

Impossible. I always do it right. It's what I am.

Apparently not this time.

Don't worry. Sure you'll bounce back.

[and, indeed, he smiles charmingly at her, already starting to feel better about things]

I should hope so. There are so many beautiful people out there.

*is amused by him* Aren't there just?

As they say there's a first time for everything.

[dramatic sigh] I suppose you're quite right, sir. Life does go on.

I don't think we've been introduced. And that, my dear, is a tragedy of immeasurable proportions. Dorian Gray.

[offers his hand, eying Adam speculatively and deciding he's quite decent looking, at the very least]

That it does, life is so short for most, no sense handing on your losses.

No, I don't believe we have. The names Adam, Adam Monroe. Dorian Gray huh? Can't say I've meet to many others with that name.

[He takes the hand that is offered, because that was the polite thing to do.]

Truly a pleasure to meet you, Adam Monroe. I certainly hope you haven't, I do like to think there is only one me. I enjoy the feeling of being unique, you see.

[might keep a grip on his hand a moment or two longer than he should, before letting Adam have his hand back]

[Adam is thankful to have his hand back, not that he really minded it was just a bit of an odd stance.]

Some of us are quite delighted to be different, while some of us only wish similarity.