You were touring universal studios in Orlando, Florida for a band trip that week. You were drinking butterbeer with your band friends. You're a flute. All of the girls she was with started giggling and blushing. You looked around, confused about what they were looking at. Then she saw him. Seventeen year old, Prince William, casually drinking butterbeer.

The girls started whispering amongst themselves, talking about how lucky you were that the Prince was looking at you. You turned to look at him, and you realized that he was was looking at you. He smirked, noticing that he'd caught your attention.

Your friends were still talking and giggling, and one of them, Jenna, grabbed your arm and squealed. "Oh my god, he's still looking at you!" She said, a grin on her face. You looked back at the prince, and he was still smirking, his blue eyes still locked on you.

William took a sip of his butterbeer, his eyes never leaving your face. He had noticed you and your friends walking through the park earlier, and he had to admit that you had piqued his interest. He thought you looked cute in your jeans and white T-shirt saying "this isn't my BFF" and an arrow pointing at a girl who's shirt said "she's lying,I am her bff" , and he found himself wondering if you were as sweet as you looked.