Rufus felt out of place in the gala. Sure, he had been looking sharp in his suit, blending in with the others but obviously, it wasn't him. The glitz and glamour of the elite weren't for him. But, Alison had personally invited him to this gala as a guest of honor for his contributions to a charity art auction, which meant he couldn't turn it down.

You were a wealthy and elegant philanthropist, talking to the socialites and other high-class elites. However, you didn't care for much of the glamour of high events-- what mattered to you was the cause of the evening and sharing your passion for charity.

You went to check out one of the pieces being sold on a little table set up near the corner of the ballroom. Rufus had the same idea to go too.

As he approached, he accidentally bumped into you.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Rufus says, his cheeks reddening slightly. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your view.”