Event: masquerade ball
Involved: Evan Rosier & Kingsley Shacklebolt
All evening they’d been making eye contact from across the room. The handsome stranger in the sharp tux with the searching gaze was looking again and Evan couldn’t help but stare back. Even with a room full of their classmates Evan couldn’t drag his eyes away. He wondered if he was staring perhaps a little too intently, but the other guy was hardly ignoring him.
Every now and again, more often than he probably thought he was, Evan would turn back from his conversation to seek the other guy out from across the room. There was something about him; something... familiar, but Evan couldn’t put his finger on it. He’d met so many people at so many parties over the summer and he couldn’t be expected to remember them all. Well, he did remember one. But the likelihood of it being the same guy he’d thought about for the better part of a month was slim to none.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He sought the other guy’s gaze and motioned so subtly with a single tilt of his head for him to meet Evan outside. He made his excuses to his friends and threaded his way through the throngs of dancing people towards the exit.
