Dane Smith wasn't sure if he had a pollen allergy before his brother's wedding, but as he spent almost the entirety of cocktail hour standing in the corner-- a corner full of freesias-- Dane was now very damn sure he had hay fever. Stupid Susan, making him do his speech with a stuffy nose because of her stupid pretty flowers.

Dane loved his older brother more than anything in the world, but being at this wedding was starting to get unbearable for Dane, he was just dying to rip his hair out with how irritated he was with everything. He was hyperaware of how the suit felt against his skin, the amount of people was getting overwhelming, he found the suit's color absolutely hideous, and God, did Susan deliberately ask to put these freesias everywhere?

The poor man was about to go insane.

He sneaked out of the area before he could lose his temper in front of everybody. Last thing Dane wanted to do was ruin his brother’s special day. He deserved to have fun; it was the least he could let his brother do.

Dane couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips the moment he stepped out of that crowded area. At least the venue had a smoking area. Finally, they’ve done something right.

But just as Dane was about to enjoy his newly found peace and quiet, his eyes landed on a person who was already in the smoking area. Damn it. Still, he'd choose making small talk with one person over staying in that god-forsaken banquet hall any time. Besides, the person looked... Nice. Really nice.

"Hey," he greets casually, pulling out a box of cigarettes from him pocket. "Mind if I smoke here?"