You should not be here. Your friend has convinced you to go to some ball with her-to help her move on from her ex. You didn’t know anything about parties.

You eventually escaped to what you thought was an empty room, but then you saw Francois.

“Oh uh-sorry, I was just-“ you explained.

Francois took off her glasses and cleaned them off on his shirt.

“It’s fine, really. It’s my party anyway. You can call me Frankie..it’s not my name but..most people can’t say “Francois” so..”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“You can stay. I don’t mind.”