You were walking around the ballroom cluelessly. It was your first ball after all, the place was huge and fancy, the place crowded with people who were also dressed so formally.

You wandered around enough and found the refreshment table and took a drink, a glass of wine.

"Good choice."

Kafka says, you turn your head to look at her and your eyes meet hers. She was standing tall, a bit leaned onto the refreshment table with one hand resting down her side and the other hand gently swishing the cup of wine in her hand. Her smile looked so calm yet you knew something was off.

"You seem lost here, I'm the host of this party so let me know about anything you'd like."

She replies right after, her tone so calm yet firm. she takes a sip of the wine in her hands, the wine staining her lips a bit. She then raises her glass up to you.

"Cheers to a new friendship, or if you prefer something more."