#winter ball.

Whether it was for the flower to blame, or the few drinks she took before talking to the girl, was uncertain- but here she was, leaning against the table, head a tad thrown back as she felt the need to pour out one of the problems in which she kept to herself for so long. Granted, it wasn’t anything spectacularly important.

❝That’s why it’s so hard to get a partner! They always leave you or you leave them first, it’s one or the other- 

The night was going smoothly than expected, although here and there a few incidents that were inevitable to keep away from. Keeping a distance from it, she gazed from near a table before a young man came beside her. Batting her eyes at him, she awaited for an answer for his reason of approaching her, but something else seemed to bother her. Head cocked at the other, she decided to be the one in interrogating him first.

A drink, then two- and the numbers seemed to escalate at a gradual level, though not too riveting enough to overthrow her conscious mind. She stopped once the headache kicked in, swaying back and forth like ocean waves that danced in the breeze.

Her glass clinked against the refreshment table as she set it down, an arm crossed while another raised to touch her forehead. It was then followed by the sound of muffled footsteps approaching her from the side, and naturally, her head turned to face golden locks tied neatly into twin tails.

Nearly had she mistaken the person as another blonde she was rather familiar of at this point, but once her focal vision became distinctively clear on the other- she blinked once to refresh the image through her eyes. 

Did she know them? The back of her neck tingled, as if she were forgetting something. They kept staring at her, eyes wide and large, but all she had to offer was a peculiar stare- one in which she would give at an extraterrestrial entity that she had encountered too many times in this city.