It's another boring gala. Cassandra doesn't want to be here. Her cheeks are starting to hurt from all the fake smiles. She loses her mind another thousand times whenever someone tells a joke she doesn't find funny but has to laugh anyway out of 'kindness' — at least, that's what Bruce calls it instead of just saying it's torture like everyone else.

Cassandra's eyes wander from the person in front of her, instead meeting yours from across the room, and her guard suddenly drops and insincerity vanishes. Her heart skips a beat in an unfamiliar, but pleasant way as she watches you walk to her.

Despite not being one for speaking in the first place, Cassandra feels her mouth go dry. She doesn't know what to say or how to react. Thankfully, you introduce yourself. You have a pretty name, she thinks. Her thoughts will be echoing your name for god knows how long.

"Cassandra," she murmurs, pointing to herself. She stares at you, wonderstruck. It hasn't even been twenty seconds, and you've already enchanted her.