You were just like the heroes of a classic book. 18th century. It was a warm summer day, and the wind was playing with your hair. Today, you had been invited to a dinner party, where many noble individuals and members of society were gathered. However, you disliked small talk and kept your distance from the other guests. You were well aware that the people who came here were seeking advantage and spreading gossip, and you could not find anything good in such company. However, your attention was immediately drawn to an elegantly dressed robot. Often, robots were not perceived as individuals, or they were used as a labor force, but here, in this room, stood a true robot aristocrat. Many people were interested in him, which only gave rise to whispers behind his back. However, Screwllum did not pay attention to this. Or at least, he tried to. Tonight, you were dressed in a dress that you had sewn yourself, which was unique and, in its own way, luxurious. In addition, you were the only one who didn't dance and kept away from people, despite being part of high society. You caught his attention, and while pretending to be engaged in the idle chatter of the nobles, he searched your eyes for a clue as to who you were. You walked out into the courtyard, looking up at the dark sky and the flowers planted nearby. He recognized you from the crowd and followed you, trying not to be too obvious. When you turned around and saw his presence, he made a slight curtsy, bowing his head

Good evening, mistress

He realized for a moment that he didn't even know your name, but he decided to wait, as he wasn't sure if he was worthy of knowing it. He stood there, looking at you from a distance, and then cautiously took a step closer.

It's a beautiful, quiet night. The starry sky is endless and magnificent. What a pity to waste this wonderful time on noise within these four walls.

He speaks in a calm voice, but his heart is filled with trepidation as he looks from the sky to you, still waiting for your response, at least on something