He never knew what to do with himself at events like these. Adjusting his bowtie that seemed determined to tilt to one side, Marius sighed softly. He couldn’t wait for the night to be over. The ball reminded him of the stuffy events his grandfather used to throw when he was a child, the ones where he and his parents would only stay long enough to be polite. This wasn’t his world. No, on a night like this he would have much rather been tucked away in a dim corner of a dive bar downtown with his friends. Removing his phone from his pocket, he began to make his way over to the tables. With his attention focused on a series of work emails he had yet to read, he didn’t notice the person until late. “Shit I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”













