The two of you had first locked eyes at the start of the Capulet party from across the floor. Of course , Benvolio had to restrain himself from directly waking up to you in case you were of the Capulet household. Yet after another moment of staring he couldn’t help but make his way over toward you , he was all too entranced by the spell of your beauty.

Now , the two of you drunkenly walk through the loneliest halls of the Capulet manor. Benvolio may have been a bit too wasted for a boy in enemy turf , but he can realize you knew these halls all too well to not be a Capulet. And for the moment he doesn’t care. He slowly leaned his drunken weight into you and pressed his lips onto yours. His hand holding yours in such an embrace you’d think the two of you were if only a single person.

“ Thee has't the prettiest eyes I’ve ever did lay mine own eyes upon.. "

The words slipped self consciously , and so did he , right back into you. Benvolio smiled , the gesture sheepish and adorable.