A ball. The thing you dread every few months. Your sisters run around laughing and dancing and drinking, perfectly in their element...but not you. The loud music,the heat of bodies, the sickly sweet perfumed air, all the people trying to talk to you...it was too much. You slip out into the cool night air breathing in the moonlight and fresh atmosphere when to your surprise you see you aren't alone. A very handsome gentleman with blue eyes looks at you a bit startled and then bows nervously, his gaze returning to staring off into space a faint blush on his cheeks.