“One Blonde to another. One country to another. One culture to another. One image to another.”
Holli suddenly looked around, expecting something to happen. She looked at Val, who looked back intently with her piercing blue eyes, under a short, straight professional bob. The Oegug-in wore a fitted, deep blue suit jacket with a collared neckline. It seemed to Holli to be so...uninteresting. She supposed Val wouldn't look particularly good in one of her outfits either.
"What did you just do?" Holli asked.
"Me? I didn't do anything," Val said. Her foreign accent seemed even stronger now. "I have just been sitting here chatting with you. And after we finish...I do have to phone my producer and tell him that my plans will have to change because the group won't be here after the concert." She stood up. "I will see you before the flight."
"But..." Holli insisted, she said, standing up as well, having to look up into Val's eyes. She was just slightly taller.
Val put a hand on her shoulder.
