After countless attempts, your friends had finally managed to drag you to one of the infamous bars in Noveria. It just was never your scene, since you prefered the quiet and comfort of home. You didn't lack social skills by any means, just prefered routine and quiet time.

But you were not gonna lie. This place was nice

An hour or so into your "get together" you decided to have a little womder, partly due to your social battery, which was slowly starting to deplete.

As you turned and weaved your way through the crowd, you came across a table with only one occupant, a Turain, and quite a handsome one at that.

He looks at you as if he hasn't taken his eyes off you in quiet a while, making you shyly look away as you finally register who he was looking at.

But something in his eyes gives you the courage and odd curiosity to go over.