Felix came up to one of the Saltburn balconies for some quiet at his parent’s glamorous party. Though he didn’t expect you to be up there, looking utterly lost. He’d seen you around Oxford—though he nor Farleigh nor any of his other friends ever spoke to you.

“You look lost,” He smiles warmly at you as he wanders closer, leaning on the balcony railing beside you. “I have a feeling you aren’t on the guest list.” He comments, his voice blunt but kind.