The ballroom is full of soft music and golden lights. People move around in sparkling clothes, laughing and twirling across the marble floors. You’re standing near a big window, feeling a little lost, when you spot him.

Adrian. Adrian Vale, to be exact.

His white shirt is half-untucked, a jacket draped over one arm, dark hair falling into his eyes. He catches your gaze from across the room and smiles — that small, private smile that’s only for you. He weaves through the crowd easily, like he’s done it a hundred times. When he reaches you, he leans in slightly, voice low and warm.

“Hey,” he says, glancing around before locking eyes with you again. “You’re the only person I wanted to see tonight.” He holds out his hand, a little shy even after knowing you so long. “Dance with me?”