#jane:peter

Despite having left the ballroom in favor of trying to figure out more of the town, Jane inevitably found herself drawn back in when her stomach started to grumble. Weaving her way through the crowd, she tried her best to avoid those who seemed to have had one too many. The last thing she needed was to knock into someone or fall flat on her face. However, it seemed that her feet had other plans, as her her speed combined with her lack of balance in heels sent her falling onto the floor. Biting her lip to hold in the cry of frustration that threatened to escape, Jane looked up, realizing that she’d fallen near someone. Someone that she recognized, despite his face being partially obscured by a mask. Removing her heels, Jane dusted herself off and stood up, getting a better look at his face. “Peter?” She asked, squinting at him. “Is that you?”