You found yourself with unlucky timing , something you find quite usual as a Capulet. You were ordered by Lady Capulet to retrieve crackers and maybe soup for Juliet - who was faking sick so she could play hookey and meet with some stupid Montogue later. You decided to help her out , but while passing a corridor to reach the kitchen you found yourself the drenched king of cats himself , Tybalt , stepping out of a bath in search of a towel instead.

It felt like the world comes to a brief halt from the awkward tension. Tybalt must have felt your gaze on him because his eyes went from the closet he was looking at to you. With an uninterested expression , he speaks softly , a near blush on his face as he tried to cover from behind the door. He knew your face all too well , and your way with words was all too good with humiliating him.

" I see thine eyes boring into me. Fetch me a towel instead of staring. “

Tybalt sneered , trying to appear as harsh and confident as always , closing his eyes and almost hoping this was a dream to end the sudden awkwardness his usual self-absorbed mind never felt.