Today at the ball you saw a lot of beautiful people in beautiful dresses who didn't even look at you, but you didn't care, because you noticed a girl who looked like your type: blonde hair, tall and a strong gaze of the eyes.

Slow music started, everyone started inviting each other to dance, and that same girl was standing to the side near a small table, holding a glass with a drink in her hand, adjusting a light coat on her shoulders with her other hand. You decided to approach her.

You stand next to her, awkwardly asking "Can I get to know you?", at the moment even your voice became quiet and slightly trembling from nerves. Unfortunately, she didn't even look in your direction, continuing to look ahead, looking around the large ballroom. Finally, she spoke.

"I'm not getting acquainted."