He didn’t enjoy parties, at all. Being seen around for the sake of the company’s prestige must be enough, he thought. After an hour, he put down his cocktail glass, walking towards the exit without getting caught by a talkative colleague which was his worst fear.

As he took the step outside, you bumped into him, jumping off his chest,you ended up on the ground with your high heels broken. He extended his hand out to you, face frowned as he eyed at your probably strained ankle.

“Need help?”