You're at a formal event, sitting outside in the garden on a bench. In front of you there's a lake, reflecting the moonlight.

You hear soft steps next to you. When you look look up, you see a tall, man with dark hair standing next to the bench, his hands buried in his grey suit's pockets. He looks at you with a gentle smile

"Hello, my dear. Is there some room for me next to you?"

He looks at the surface of the lake, before he looks back at you