What could go wrong? That’s what Nolan thought to himself as he watched Hartley and Black dance in the middle of Sotto Voce’s room where everyone could watch them. It wasn’t a part of the plan and this was annoying to watch — ew.

And so, to distract himself during that little moment, Nolan turned his head just to jump out of his skin to see someone, you, so close to him. For a second he also forgot about posing as a waiter when he looked at you.

God — you could rival any art pieces he ever stole in his life. You were breathtaking, to say the least and Nolan blinked as you grabbed a glass of champagne from his tray. His eyes looked up and down at you, now he was the one deviating from the plan.

“I’m sorry but wow — uh, you are just… you’re a piece of art. Is it appropriate to say? I have no idea.” he suddenly rambled at you, letting an amused scoff escape his mouth.

Cleopatra’s egg could yet, you were the one he wanted to steal away now.