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We ate at the island, him feeding me bites occasionally, me stealing food off his plate just to see him smile. “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” I said. “Like what?” “Anything. Something real.” He thought about it for a moment. “I hate large social gatherings. Networking events, galas, all of it. I go because I have to, but I’d rather be anywhere else.” “Really? You seem so… controlled. Like you’d be good at that kind of thing.” “I am good at it. Doesn’t mean I enjoy it.” He took a sip of coffee. “I prefer small groups. One-on-one conversations. Situations where I can actually get to know someone instead of making small talk about nothing.”

“I’m reading about relationship building, and why it is important to communicate openly and honestly with each other.” “That sounds pretty interesting,” I answered, giving him a softer, more trying smile, while I looked at the cover of the book. “Is it an easy read?” A small smile spread across his lips as he looked down at the book. His long, white hair was tucked behind his ears, so that it was clear to see his long face with a strong jaw. “It can be a little dry.” “You should probably find one with pictures and models in it, then,” I smiled, leaning back on the bench. “That made it easier for me to get through the chapters when I went to school.”

The venue was a small independent bookstore with a cafe attached, warm and bright, full of people who looked relaxed and engaged and very normal. Daniel introduced me to everyone with an arm lightly at my back, not possessive, just present. "This is Serena," he said. "She's the one I told you about." They welcomed me immediately, smiles and questions and easy laughter, and I found myself nodding along, absorbing the energy without contributing much. We sat in a loose circle with coffee cups and notebooks, and the conversation flowed around me in a way that felt safe. They talked about the books they'd read that week, Cross Her Heart and The Last Thing He Told Me, dissecting characters and mo

I said, “I’ve been trying to figure you out. One minute you act like I don’t exist. The next, you’re threatening to cut out someone’s tongue for insulting me. It’s… confusing.” Zaden’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile, but close. “You’re not the only one who’s confused.” A small nervous smile tugged at my lips “This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had. And it only took me getting publicly humiliated for it to happen.” Zaden’s lips twitched. “I’m not great at small talk.” “No kidding,” I muttered, then added more gently, “You’re actually not as terrifying when you’re drinking tea.” He let out a low chuckle, deep and unexpected. The sound did strange things to my stomach.

“I tried small talk a little while ago, Larry. If you want to make more friends and clear your reputation around town, you need to start caring for small talk.” She has a point but I don’t think I am ready for that. I say, “I will let you know when I am ready though.”

I nod and hustle over, jotting down the total and grabbing the plates to clear away. Elliot I’ve never been particularly good at small talk. It’s one of those skills you’re supposed to pick up when you grow up in a family like mine, but I always felt like an imposter, faking smiles and nodding along as though I cared about the latest stock prices or who just got a promotion.

Celine took notes quickly. “And one more thing that's very important,” I added, my voice becoming more serious. “Never underestimate the power of small talk. Informal conversations before or after formal meetings are often more important than the meetings themselves. That's where you build trust, understand their true motivations, and create personal connections.” “What's an example of good small talk?” Celine asked. “Ask about their travels, their families, their Pack traditions,” I explained. "Show genuine interest. People can sense if you're just pretending to be interested. So you have to be genuinely curious about them.“

Are you sure you’re not teaching me wrong things? “It’s a very basic expression for chitchat, small talk. I said the more natural the better, right? The thing is, you have to find her ‘soul’, her passions. Be a good listener and make her open up to you.” {What do you do… for a living. And you say this is used to talk about one’s job?} “Yes.” {Hmm. Humans are indeed strange creatures. Why, in Soul City it’s absolutely pointless to ask anyone about their job.}

He asked me. I thought it would be obvious. “I’d seem….out of place”. I told him. “I….i wouldn’t know what to do. He shook his head. “You wouldn’t seem out of place. And you don’t have to do anything other than smile and exchange brief greetings with anyone that comes your way”. He said to me. If only it was that easy, if only I could just effortlessly smile and have small talks with people. “You know me, i….i stutter a lot”. I told him.

He was a decent skier and had taken lessons from some of the top names in the sport, yet she moved with an effortless grace that he admired. Plus, the conversation on the lifts was the best he’d had in weeks. She didn’t talk about mergers and expense reports. There was no mention of board members and equity payments. Instead, they talked about books. Her tastes were wonderfully eclectic, ranging from romance to science fiction and then to political thrillers. It seemed there wasn’t a book she hadn’t read. They talked about plots and stories. They connected on characters and laughed about things they’d read. It was one of the best conversations he’d had in a long time.