Ever since he stepped into the room, Tyler hadn’t really talked to anyone. A few small talks now and then, but nothing more. Just your usual Tyler in social events. After grabbing a glass of what seemed like champagne from a passing tray, he had found himself a comfortable spot on a wall. His eyes looking at the crowd, sipping slowly on his glass, he lost track of time. But it so happened that at one point, his glass was empty, and he was craving for more. Pushing himself off the wall, he only had time to make a few steps before colliding into someone. “Sorr-” He started before his eyes drifted to look at the girl in front of him. Petite, blonde, a quite see through dress, he only needed those to know who it was. “Oh, Cecily.” He hadn’t seen her in a long time, but he still had that weird feeling about her from back at the carnival. Tyler couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about the girl made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, which was a rare sight.
@cecilyderosa
