You had been given an invite to a ball hosted by a wealthy family, where high society would talk business and marriages and such.

You decided to take a stroll in the manor’s garden to avoid all the talking when you noticed the family’s eldest son, whom you had never formally met, writing away in a journal. Rumour had it he was studying sciences in university.

He noticed you and immediately shut his journal.

“Hello, may I help you?” Corbin asked, a nervous chuckle escaping his throat.