Ryan

The man cut through the crowd in his black and gold suit. He was grade for you, he was Ryan. You could tell from the blue eyes that you always seemed to lose yourself in every time you’ve seen him since 8th grade. He was in your gym class and you remember being in the locker room with him. Seeing his fit body and smile, you were hooked. So was your best friend Alice, whose birthday you were here to celebrate. She has chosen a masquerade ball theme. An interesting choice, but one that allowed her to invite anyone from a freshmen to a senior. You were dress in a blue suit, which hep bring out your eyes. The mask was itchy so you had taken it off for a minute while you stood watching the dance floor. Little did you know that it would Ryan to finding you. Alice got to him first and he was polite talking to her, but manage to get around her and continue to the stairs up to the second floor of the rented ballroom. He walked up them causally you noticed, his pace changing. He made it up and walked directly over to you.

“Hi,” he said with a sweet smile as he sat his drink down in the table. “Are you enjoying yourself up here?”