In the ballroom was lots of hustle and bustle. People in fancy dresses and tailcoats with masks over their faces, conversations brimming with gossip, and a band playing music. Suddenly, you feel something nudge you.

“Hey. Watch where you’re going.”

you turn and see a dark haired, blue eyed boy with a purple mask over his face, and a pastry in his right hand. As you look him up and down he raises an eyebrow at you. “whatcha lookin at?” he says, his mouth curling into a sneer