Might as well make sure you're steady on your feet. (Walk)

You're going to be dancing, after all. It would be ridiculously embarrassing to fall over because you couldn't handle being in your own shoes-- even more so than it had felt getting to the point you're at now. Besides, there's a club only a couple blocks from here that will be just fine for such a spontaneous trip.

Plan solidified, you head for the elevator, pressing the call button.

As you wait, a door at the far end of the hall opened, someone emerging-- the first person to see you that night. Aware that your blush has no where to hide, you keep your face turned forward, trying to discreetly satisfy your curiosity of who was likely joining you in the confines of the elevator by watching from the corner of your eye.

A man dressed in a nice suit, clearly headed for some sort of professional dinner meeting or something stopped dead as he turned your way. Hurriedly, you shifted your eyes towards the metal doors before you, well aware of the warm flush crawling down to your chest.

A second later, his footsteps echoed through the corridor, the man approaching where you stood. As he came to a halt, he also faced the door, shifting his weight a bit awkwardly. Five excruciatingly long seconds later, a ding rang out, accompanied by the opening of the doors. He motioned for you to go ahead, so you boarded the carriage first. After he joined you, the doors slid shut, isolating the two of you from the world. He cleared his throat.

"Main floor?"

"Y-yeah." You barely manage to push your voice from your throat. As he presses the button, you find yourself unable to keep from looking up again. His black hair is combed neatly into place, his jawline ripped straight from the most handsome male model. Your eyes widen and drop away suddenly as you realize his own hazel orbs are aimed your way as well.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," he comments quietly. "Were you visiting your boyfriend?" You shake your head, searching for your voice again.

"I've actually lived here a while," you admit. "I... don't really get out much..." Silence reigns as you pass floor three.

"I wish we could've met sooner," he mutters, so quietly you almost question whether you actually heard him or not.