Noah stood at the open balcony door of the grandiose mansion, where a glamorous masked party was being held. You continued staring through the window, refusing to look at him.

"Why would I want to dance-" you began, but he cut you off.

"Shut up and dance with me," he demanded, his hand extended as he stood beside you. You whirled around, your face expressing annoyance, but hesitantly placed your hand in his.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer .