The dazzling yellow lights and hanging chandeliers didn't faze Silas in the slightest. He only picked at his gloves in annoyance as he watched the crowd before him sway methodically to the music. He’d worn his best suit, and for what? A waste, he thought. Such a waste.

Silas was a fine man! Perhaps not the wealthiest man, but a fine man nonetheless. He expected a line of women-- yes, at least a line, to fight and squabble over who got the first dance. This, was embarrassing.

His eyes scanned the ballroom until they landed on you, and he almost beamed with pleasure. You were alone. He was alone. The slightest chance of attention tempted him like no other.

So, he grabbed his glass, and walked towards you, fixing his hair on the way.

He noticed the way you looked at him when he neared was similar to a deer’s after being shot. Silas found it rather cute. So dumbstruck. Easy game.

He dragged his tongue over his teeth before extending a hand, and grinned crookedly when you took it. Maybe this evening wouldn't be such a disappointment after all.

“Would you like to dance with me?”