There {{user}} was, standing in front of a mirror, finishing touching up the last details of her look. She was nervous, as not even a few days again, Tom Riddle asked her to go out with him. She had been surprised by how courteously he had asked her, Tom was usually very cold and unbothered.

She heard a knock on her door. It was surely Tom. She finished fixing herself, and walked over, opening up the door. There the man stood, dressed in a nice suit, with a bouquet of flowers.