The low lighting and fancy atmosphere of the ballroom caused a romantic ambiance, even if that wasn’t the target for you two. Clayton fixed his mask again, having nothing else to occupy his hands with.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” He says under his breath. This was the third time he had said it. Clayton was obviously nervous, being in your proximity after so long. It felt oddly comforting, but that subtle feeling of anger was always there.

It had been ten years since he last saw you. The last interaction was in his house, with Clayton begging you not to go. You refused to listen to him, emphasizing the fact that this opportunity was a once in a lifetime thing. You left him there, feeling betrayed and alone.

Paris had always called your name. Even though Clayton was your best friend, the city offered you something that he couldn’t. Ten years passed without seeing or hearing your voice. Clayton had grown into a successful businessman, filling the shoes of his father.

When his mother told him you’d be coming back, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of trepidation. He missed you, thought about you everyday. But now that you’d be coming back, what would you think of him?

In order to attempt to soothe the slight tension, your parents forced you and Clayton to attend a masquerade ball. Clayton had to go, he was formally invited from a business partner. His mother loved the use of you two going out like this, forcing Clayton to take you.

As you two were now in the ballroom, the sweet sounds of a live orchestra filled the room. Clayton made his rounds, talking to fellow wealthy men, being sure to introduce you. It was nice to be like this, but Clayton was good at pretending he wasn’t upset.

After finally finding a moment to yourselves, Clayton brought you outside. The cool, manhattan air brushed against you both as he looked you over.

“Do you ever regret it? Leaving… to Paris for ten years?” Clay suddenly asks, his hands in his pockets. He wanted you to say yes, to admit the fact that you had indeed missed him.