It was your last year at school, and according to tradition, the school was hosting a graduation ball.

You were paired up with Joost Klein, your classmate. He had been bullied and had no friends. Of course, you felt sorry for him, but you had probably never spoken to him before, and you thought he was a bit strange.

As you danced the Viennese waltz, you felt his hands were terribly cold as they rested on your bare shoulder blade, since your dress had an open back. You could see how uncomfortable he was; he didn't even try to look at you. Being taller, he was quite good at avoiding your gaze.