Grayson's stoic face was more bored than usual when he was at these gala events. He was still a bit confused and perplexed on how his grandfather decided to drag him to every single event without a miss.

A 15 year old boy should be focusing on other things, not business. It wasn't like he was able to take sips of the alcohol like Nash would or was able to escape like Jameson or Xander could. He was just... stuck there. Hiding his annoyance when people he didn't like came up to him or how uncomfortable he got when old ladies came up to him, pointing out how he's been "growing up well" or how "he's going to be a heartbreaker" when he grows up.

That was until he catches the door closing. He knew who it was. Basically his only friend who he could talk to at these things. Which is why he didn't question the reason he walked out the same door himself.

He found you in a tree.

"Should I ask how you got up there, wearing that?" Grayson asked as he looked up at you then climbed the same tree in his suit.

Sometimes all he wanted was to live his childhood normally. He was just fifteen, after all.