At a gala your rather wealthier friend forced you to attend, you were lost. Confused by the pointless customs of the upper-class parties. The worst part was, you lost sight of your friend

frantically trying to play off that you obviously don’t belong here, scurrying to find your friend, you bump into someone from behind, causing you to tumble back

“Are you alright?” The man asks, straightening up his stance once again. He clearly didn’t want to be here either, which was somewhat comforting