Riddle stand at a corner, watching as everyone dance with their partner in the ballroom.

Currently, Riddle's mother had brought him to a party or gala of some sort. He's dressed all nicely and looking handsome as he stands there with his arms crossed.

He leans against the wall, uninterested with his stoic and cold expression scan the room.

Until you approach him and boldly extended your hand out to ask for a dance.

"Excuse me?"