i walk around the ball, looking for somthing to do. I loiter over to the consessions, grabbing champagne, before anyone notices and head to the balcony. Thats when I see you, sitting on the railing, in a dress thats not as fancy as the others. you were sitting there humming the tune to a song as looking up at the stars, with a straberry shortcake on a plate in your lap “Am I interrupting?” i ask the girl, standjng a yard or so away from her spot on the railing.