Snippet #1408082

Ivan sighed and removed his glasses, he only needed them for when he was working anyways. "I'm sure you'll find someone." He said, remembering that he had heard someone playing music up on the deck above him. The voice definitely belonged to a girl, without a doubt. "Besides, you've got a good talent. If you make the music industry, you'll make enough to stop worrying." He leaned over the railing as well, waiting for the other passengers to get off first.

The island seemed like it'd be a nice change of scenery... if he could do his work while he was there and Jasper obviously wasn't going to let him do that anytime soon. "And about Mom and Dad, who cares? They just want us to make connections and make more money for them at this point." Ivan observed, running his hand through bleached locks. Truthfully, he had only had his hair bleached to such a point because his friends would keep bothering him and joking about how he was too stressed. Really, they were the ones stressing him out if anything.

He fell silent, thinking on the first question Jasper had asked him, pushing back from the railing with one hand. "Even if I did get married... I don't think she'd be very happy with me once we got home." He chuckled lightly, thinking about his friend's comment.

'I pity the woman who marries you.'
'Eh? Why do you say that?'
'Because you'll have an affair with your work.'