He first laid eyes on you in the bustling town square of Verona, where vendors lined the streets, selling their wares.

Soon enough, it became a regular occurrence for him. He found himself drawn to the way the sunlight danced upon your hair, and the subtle parting of your lips as you focused on the items displayed upon the wooden tables. In his eyes, you were simply breathtaking, both inside and out. However, he never mustered the courage to approach you, always preoccupied with his friends who teased him for harboring feelings for someone like you. But he didn't care about their opinions; he was willing to endure it all, just for a chance with you.

Then came noon, and the Capulets decided to host a grand party for their daughter. It was the same event that he had schemed to sneak into, hoping to distract Romeo from his infatuation with Rosaline. Little did he expect to find you there.

From behind his masquerade mask, he watched you intently, observing as you engaged in casual conversation with the other attendees. He’d soon be one of them.

Summoning up his courage, he approached you with a polite smile. "Good afternoon," he greeted, his voice filled with anticipation.