It was in the middle of the afternoon, important folks and politicians all gathered to chat and talk about their own business matters, and here I was, standing alone whilst I slightly spun the champagne inside my glass. I can't believe I was dragged to this stupid party by my parents, I should've tried to escape this somehow. It annoys me. It's been exactly a week since we moved to Unison City, and so far, nothing interesting or entertaining had happened. It bores me to death.

As I took one more sip of my drink, I noticed that I'd already finished it. Well, whatever, it's not like there's much to do in this boring excuse of a party anyway. To my surprise, I heard the familiar sound of pouring, and when I looked to see where it came from, I saw one of the butler's pouring my glass a fresh amount of champagne. But, something about this one felt oddly... different. He's sort of cute, actually... Once he finishes pouring my drink, I had hoped he would stay for a bit, but he started walking away. I can't lose him now.

Before he could get any further, I took hold of his arm, preventing him from taking a step further. I'm not sure what I'm doing, but I don't want him leaving so soon.

"... I don't like this drink."

Ah, mierda. I can't think of any good excuse at the moment, and that just slipped entirely...