You sneak into the ballroom, where your favorite poet’s reading his masterpiece. He recites his lines and everyone praises him, he recites again but you end up praising alone. Everyone heard your voice and cranes their neck to look at you. You heat up, quickly hiding behind a curtained glass door. Everyone turns to praise the poet again, and you praise him silently. Looking around happily since you enjoy poetry, your eyes catches a warm, loving ones to which you quickly avert your gaze from.