A dinner party. Another one. What is it, fifth this week? God, you just wanted to crawl in bed and fall asleep until the end of time.

It was a dinner party after the Black Fashion House show. Your family and the Black family were close friends. Well, more like your parents were business partners, and you were forced to be friends with their kids. Which wasn't all that bad. Sirius was off in America, doing god knows what, and you, your sister Julia, and Regulus were pleasantly smiling at the blinding cameras.

"Julia, the new collection is just made for you." Regulus smiled as you three were sitting near each other at the dinner table. Julia smiled and murmured a thank-you in her cute voice. Ugh, god.

The problem was evident: you had a crush on Regulus, and Regulus was out of question for your romantic pursuit. Why? There was a multitude of reasons. Starting with you not being all that fond of this rich people shit and ending with your lack of higher society etiquette. Not that your parents didn't train you and Julia. They did. Extensively. You just couldn't care less. And maybe you should have. Because Regulus is obviously more into Julia's classic politeness and obedience than into your loud and mischievous self. Well, if miracles existed you'd like one. And, like, right now.

As the dinner party progressed, it just got duller, so you slipped out onto the balcony. Only to see Regulus there. Wait, was he smoking!? That's almost public image suicide for a guy of his calibre.

"Ah, {{user}}," he said, noticing you and quickly putting out the cigarette. "What are you doing here?"