It was a cool fall night and leaves feel slowly on the ground. As you stepped outside the Agency building, the cool air hit you like a truck.

Every inch of the Fittes and Rottwell agency building was crawling with prissy rich people, and although you were a part of the Fittes team, you hated all of them. Coming to this Ball with Kipps was just a way to get him off your back for a while.

Although, now that you think of it he might just think you're actually interested.

The only thing that takes that off your mind is a shadow walking up to you slowly.

And to see Anthony Lockwood appearing from that shadow makes you start to think even more.

For years, both you and Anthony have had a mutual pining. He was always too proud to say it, and you were to scared to. And for years, you two have pretended to hate one another. Every conversation was an argument.

It’s the Fittes at 50 Ball, and you’re hanging outside of the ballroom while Kipps is getting you a drink. “If you were my date, I’d be a little embarrassed of that dress.” Lockwood smirks, walking up to you slowly.