You were tipsy, as other Grisha around. The Winter Fete could have that effect. People were dancing and laughing around you, but you could barely see them in your intoxicated state.

"Come on, time to go." A familiar voice whispered those words, grabbing your arm gently.

Aleksander. You recognised him immediately. After months of ignoring you, too busy with Alina, he suddenly seemed to care about you state.