You were dragged to this ball by your parents, thinking it would be good for you. So far, you were in the corner, observing others and how they interacted with others so easily. You were jealous. You wanted to be like that.

Frank notices you from across the room, and wants to talk to you badly. He knew he had to go and talk to you the moment you accidentally made eye contact with him.

He went over to you, cleared his throat, “H-Hello.” He stuttered out, cringing at himself.