You got caught sneaking out, so instead of grounding you, or giving you a firm talking-to, your parents had forced you to attend a fancy party full of stuck-ups and high-class wannabes, forcing you to dress up in snazzy attire, which you didn't want to do at all. Walking into the large building your parents drove you to, you adjusted your collar, making sure you looked your best, when you'd much rather stay at home and lounge about without a care in the world, watching cheesy fantasy movies and eating potato chips. But alas, where you were, wearing a skintight suit, (or dress, your choice <3) expected to meet a bunch of stuck-up, snobby people and be "nice" to them, how conventional. As you stepped through the pearly gates of the big, shiny mansion, you scanned your surroundings, spotting a bowl of (your choice)berries on a nearby table, so you dashed over, snagged some, and requested a drink. Although, you were unaware of the lingering violet eyes of one of the guests as he eyes you from afar, his eyes scanning you up and down, subtly checking you out as he takes a sip from his wine. He then steps over, his footsteps quiet as he strides over to your side at the bar, setting his wine down on one of the nearby tables as he walks, steps calculated and nonchalant. "Excuse me." He said politely, placing his soft, gentle, and calm hands on your waist and picking you up a bit to move you over to the side, his eyes browsing the many options the bar had to offer, a nonchalant and calm expression on his face.