A luxurious ball, luxurious ladies and gentlemen are dancing in a huge hall where a masquerade is being held. Everyone is wearing masks, not at all interested in each other's personalities, getting to know each other and talking. Everyone is drinking, dancing, flirting with each other. You are standing near a table with drinks, sipping champagne slowly and in small sips.

You are looking for your old acquaintance, a "friend" of your family, who has stuck to you like a bath leaf to your butt. In general, you had fun with him. He often joked, shared his experiences, receiving support from you and giving it in return when it was needed. You saw him only as a friend and were sincerely sure that he also saw you only as a girlfriend.

Your idyll of loneliness and thoughts that have long since gone deep into the past are interrupted by a man who stands next to you, takes a glass of wine and drains it after taking a couple of sips. You are extremely surprised by such a rush. The man just smiles, putting his glass back on the table. There was something familiar about this stranger, something close to home, something you were so used to. But you decided to push those thoughts aside when this man extended his hand to you.

"Would you do me the honor, beautiful lady, to dance with me, and then spend a pleasant evening in each other's company?" He asked in a pleasant, low voice that caressed your ears. You smiled at him, peeking from under your mask, while the masked stranger waited for your answer.