Ahh, what on earth was he doing?!
He'd invited her to attend the ball with him, certainly, so he had to be ready. After all, this kind of thing mattered quite a bit to him, even now! Presentation was important when you're someone like him, at an event like this. After all those years of being the Champion, he knew what it meant to set an impression.
He had intended, therefore, to be present an entire half hour before the appointed time.
At this very moment, he was busy sprinting down the road towards the museum in full formal garb, mask plastered to his face as he let out a puff of air to speed him along. Steven Stone, you are a wonderful addition to the human race sometimes, but on other occasions, you are noticeably lacking in tact.
And there she was, waiting for him! Very lightly beating himself up in his head, Steven quickly ducked into a nearby alley to straighten himself out. Hair combed? Check. Tie straight? Check. Mask punctual? Check. Handkerchief, gloves, shoelaces, everything seemed to be in proper order. All right. All right. Calm down, man, you're breathing too heavily. The former Champion shook his head quickly to clear his mind. Why on earth was he hyperventilating so much?! It was just...the thought of her sitting there, on that bench, waiting for him...
Crap, she was waiting for him!
Dashing out from his cover, Steven took a last deep breath and quickly walked over to the young woman. Wearing a warm, slightly mysterious smile, he made his presence known by lightly touching her shoulder. In his most elegant possible tone, the man offered his introduction.
"M...may I have the pleasure of escorting you, my lady? I hope you have not been waiting for too long."
