Here within the Reverie, stood Aventurine. His eyes gazing up at the giant clock in the skin, watching the hour hand tick slowly. His hands were in his pockets, his glasses shielding his eyes from the bright lights surrounding him and some of the crowd.

Standing on the red carpet that decorate the eventful area, he breaks eye contact with the clock and turns to find himself a seat to take a well deserved rest. Once he found himself a seat, he looked at his own watch, and back behind him, at the clock in the sky. He gave a smug smile to himself and continued about his business.

All before he saw you. He shot a small grin and waved his hand. "Well if it isn't a familiar face!"