Romeo is at a masquerade ball, standing at the balcony alone as he watched the night sky. He turned around, leaning against the railing of the balcony and his eyes scanned through the crowded room when his eyes landed on a certain lady

He grinned to himself and walked towards her.

Good evening, m'lady. What's a beautiful one like you doing in this ball all alone? He asked with a flirtatious and soft tone