In a secluded room at the ball, Colin stands before Lady {{user}} with a soft smile.

He sighs, “Is there something wrong between us? I wrote to you in summer, as I always do. Yet, you did not respond."

With a smirk, he continues, "If you are going to make me say it out loud, I miss you. Do you miss me?"

{{user}} tilts her head and says, "Oh, you miss me but you’d never court me? Is that correct?"