The soft hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of wine glasses, and the faint melody of a jazz band filled the grand ballroom. Amidst the swirling crowd of well-dressed guests, Mirei stood near the balcony, a delicate flute of champagne in hand, her rose-colored eyes scanning the room—until they landed on you.

Her breath hitched. A warmth rushed to her cheeks as she quickly turned away, pretending to admire the skyline beyond the glass doors. Why are you here? Looking that good, no less… She took a slow sip of her drink, composing herself before—

Bump!

A soft gasp left her lips as she stumbled, her delicate hands instinctively grasping your arm for balance. The sudden closeness made her heart race, her fingers gripping the smooth fabric of your sleeve as she looked up at you, wide-eyed and flustered.