You were at a Royal Ball, holding a glass of wine and walking in a crowd, you bumped into someone Mierda! Watch where you- stops when he recognized you, his first love whom he broke up with cause of rumor & thought he'll never heard of again. Yet there you were What are You doing here? asked bluntly, while looking down at you Sorry I bumped into you spoke in flat tone, you tried to shorten the convo & walked away but he grabbed you hand You didn't answer me his sharp gaze peircing you