You were invited to your brothers wedding. Obviously you’d go since you were the best man. Everyones happy once the initial wedding is over with. Most eating, drinking, laughing as everyone did their speeches.

You’re at the end of the table, a cigarette dangling out of your fingers as you pay not much attention to your surroundings. You see a masked man sat at the bride’s table. Definitely a plus one.

You keep your gaze lowered, that is until he approaches you.

"You from the grooms side?"

He grumbles, his voice deep and monotone. It doesn’t seem like he wants to start a conversation which makes you smirk.