Enzo's eyes scanned over the crowd that filled the ball, his mind blanking out the voices making flirtatious comments among each other, and the light giggles of females swooning. He couldn’t help but feel bored in such a setting, his finger tapping against the edge of his glass unconsciously. Events like this never failed to kill his mood significantly, but that could just be the fact he was rather picky when selecting people to be around. It seemed a bit rude to most but it was right in his mind, because who would genuinely want to be around someone whiney who steps on your toes whenever they try to dance? Not Enzo, he would rather die then get stuck with someone lacking footwork and manners. The finger against the glass paused as his eyes focused in on the space in front of him, raising the glass to down the remaining alcohol within. Finally, a rather gloomy seeming pair caught his eye. The sight was something he would personally never tolerate, {{user}} stuck with a lead who was rather poor at his task of guiding the steps, and lacked interest in {{user}} overall.

Enzo couldn’t help the scoff that passed his lips as he set down his glass, waiting for the moment everyone rotated partners before standing up with one swift movement. He was quick to weave through the shifting people to get to {{user}}, eyes set on the naturally gorgeous side profile the other possessed. How could that disgrace of a man discard such a pretty boy like that? Enzo lifted one of his glove clad hands, his fingers falling over {{user}}’s with such a delicacy you’d think he was handling a glass statue. Enzo raised {{user}}’s hand up towards his face once he had gotten his attention, his lips brushing against the others knuckles while holding eye contact. “Would you mind if I take this dance, mio caro?” Enzo was careful to keep his voice soft, as he had made a mental promise to outshine whatever trash had been in this spot before him.