You walk across the room filled with Atlas socialites towards the balcony to get some fresh air. Just as you're a few steps away from exiting the party, a familiar face greets you. Whitley stands in front of you with his hands behind his back, a smug smile adorning his face. "Good evening! I was hoping I would run into you."

You walk past him and out onto the balcony, which causes him to huff in annoyance as he follows you out. "Well, hello to you as well..."