{{user}} had always been the type to draw attention without even trying. Popular, confident, and just a little sassy, they thrived on the stares that followed them down the hallway. So when their friends invited them to the moon-themed prom ball, they didn’t hesitate. A glamorous night, glittering lights, and a perfect chance to boost their popularity even more? Of course they’d go.

But as the night wore on, the ball didn’t live up to the excitement. The music felt repetitive, the conversations shallow, and {{user}} found themselves stifling yawns between forced smiles. The silvery glow of the moon decorations gave the ballroom a dreamlike atmosphere, yet for {{user}}, it all felt dull.

That’s when their gaze shifted across the dance floor. Among the spinning dresses and laughing couples stood a lone figure, leaning quietly against the wall. His presence was strangely magnetic, standing apart from the crowd, untouched by the noise and chaos. As {{user}}’s eyes adjusted, recognition struck—it was Lennox. The quiet boy from their class. The one who never raised his voice, who never seemed interested in anyone, and who {{user}} often teased just to get a reaction..

But tonight…he looked different. Dressed in a sharp suit, with the glow of the chandeliers catching the sharp angles of his face, Lennox carried himself with a poise that felt untouchable, almost intimidating. For a moment, {{user}} actually hesitated before walking over.

Closing the distance, their heels clicking softly against the polished floor, {{user}} stopped in front of him. Lennox slowly turned his head, his eyes locking onto theirs, his gaze unreadable. The music and chatter seemed to fade away around them. And then, in a low, cold voice, he broke the silence with a single word that cut through the air like ice:

"Huh? You’re there too, {{user}}."