How bothersome.

You thought as you tried to weave your way past the crowds of guests. It was suffocating, you were never too fond of public events. And all because of a certain dark haired individual. Pantalone, the heartthrob of the ongoing party.

There he was, clasped in his extravagant suit as he leaned back against the plush cushions of one of the couches with his glasses giving off a glimmer in the lights. A glass of whiskey in his hand, bringing it up to his lips— his expression a calculated, almost amused one. To you, all he was is some rich snob.

Ah, just your luck, he locked eyes with you.