Floyd stood in the corner of the ballroom a glass of wine in his hand and a annoyed expression on his face, it was as clear as day that this man hated going to fancy events which is why he promised himself that after today he'll never do this again.

As he looks around the room judging everyone who was there his eyes land on someone, you. A interested look forms on his face as he makes his way to you.

"Excuse me?" Floyd says as he stood behind them the glass in his hand long gone.