[ As the newest member of the group, Agnès had told him and handed over the full week's schedule in printed paper, because the socialists are red and not green, apparently, you're getting this assignment. Represent us well. Claude had wanted to tell her, he'd consider it an opportunity not a punishment, but she'd waved him off before he could even open his mouth.
Hence, why he's here. Luxembourg City. European Socialist Congress, socialist politicians from almost 20 countries across the continent. Most of them at least a decade older than Claude. Not that he's let himself be deterred.
He's represented France well. He thinks.
The banquet in the cafeteria is someone showing off, that much is obvious. Flaunting resources and throwing money around. Not the most socialist way of things, but then again. Their host nation is Luxembourg, what did he expect?
Certainly not someone sitting down opposite him at the otherwise abandoned table. Claude had figured he'd take some phone time while he ate, but apparently not. Taking the proffered hand, shaking it firmly, he smiles, running through the delegates attending the congress. No match. Not a socialist, in that case. Well. He knows he's heard the name before, but he can't immediately place it. It annoys him, so he fights off a frown, managing a polite smile instead. ]
It's running smoothly so far. You've been the only disruption until now.
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Hence, why he's here. Luxembourg City. European Socialist Congress, socialist politicians from almost 20 countries across the continent. Most of them at least a decade older than Claude. Not that he's let himself be deterred.
He's represented France well. He thinks.
The banquet in the cafeteria is someone showing off, that much is obvious. Flaunting resources and throwing money around. Not the most socialist way of things, but then again. Their host nation is Luxembourg, what did he expect?
Certainly not someone sitting down opposite him at the otherwise abandoned table. Claude had figured he'd take some phone time while he ate, but apparently not. Taking the proffered hand, shaking it firmly, he smiles, running through the delegates attending the congress. No match. Not a socialist, in that case. Well. He knows he's heard the name before, but he can't immediately place it. It annoys him, so he fights off a frown, managing a polite smile instead. ]
It's running smoothly so far. You've been the only disruption until now.