The ballroom was packed. You didn't know there would be this many people at the ball. When you received the invitation from Francis, you didn't expect him to invite everyone he knew, but now, looking back on it, that is something Francis would do.
You weren't used to this kind of atmosphere or this kind of attire. The invitation said, "Formal attire for this old-fashioned ball," but that still doesn't make you enjoy the floor-length dress you are wearing.
While looking down at you dress which you find too tight, Francis saunters over to you with two women; the women appear to be glaring at each other.
"Ah, Mon Ami, you look exquisite tonight. That dress accentuates your features perfectly," Francis flirtatiously praises you on your choice of apparel. A slight blush creeps up your face. As you thank him for the compliment, he slinks out of the two women's grasp and stands next to you with his arm around your waist.
"Now, my I have this dance?" he whispers in your ear, which makes you blush even more. Seething with rage, the two women stomp off.
"Um, Fr-Francis," you try to speak, but are to embarrassed to form any words.
"Oui?" he speaks in French.
"I have to go to the toilet," the confession makes you even more embarrassed.
"Oh, toutes mes excuses," he apologizes and takes his arm off of your waist. You bow slightly to him as you excuse yourself to the bathroom.
Once finishing your business in the restroom, you decide that instead of going back to the ballroom, you should get some fresh air.
Finding the balcony was quite the challenge, but eventually you find it. Stepping out onto the wide balcony, you give a sigh of relief, not knowing someone else is present.
"Hallo zere," a man with a strong German accent says. This startles you and makes you jump slightly.
You look over to where the voice came from. There is a rather handsome man standing on the other side of the balcony; he is looking over at you while combing his blonde hair back. You try to apologize and begin to leave, but he says that you aren't bothering.
"Not a fan of bit parties eizher, huh?" he asks, looking out into the distance.
"Not really," you answer back while looking him over. He has on a very nice suit, a white bow tie, and white gloves.
"Oh, forgife me. Mein name ist Ludwig," he says as he walks closer to you.
Once he is close enough, he extends his gloved hand. Telling him your name, you return his handshake.
"It's nice to meet you," you tell him.
"You too," he replies.
Awkward silence surrounds both of you as you look for something to say. You hear him cough into his hand.
"Zat dress luks nice on you," he says with his hand still covering his mouth. This startles you, and you look over at him. Looking away, a slight blush is creeping across his face.
"Oh, um, thank you," you say. Bashfully, you look down at your toes as the same shade of pink on Ludwig's face begins to cover yours also.
On the balcony, you can hear the music being played in the ballroom with all the guests. When a certain classical song is played, you look to the ballroom; it is your favorite classical piece.
Apparently, Ludwig notices and asks, "Too you like zis song?"
You nod your head in response, but never take your eyes off of the ballroom.
Ludwig extends his hand to you and asks, "Voult you like too tance?"
Surprised that he would ask, you stand there looking at him for a few moments before excepting his offer and taking his hand.
With his strong arms, Ludwig pulls you in close as he mentions, "I'm not much of a tancer." Telling him that that's fine and that you aren't one either, you two begin to waltz in time with the music. You notice that Ludwig is actually a fairly good dancer and decide to tell him. This seems to surprise him, and a blush creeps across his face again, which actually looks nice on him.
Sadly, the song ends too soon. As you are about to release Ludwig, he kisses you passionately. Turning bright red from embarrassment, you stand there dumbfounded, trying to process what is happening.
Gradually, Ludwig removes his lips from yours.
Almost as if awaking from a trance, Ludwig eyes grow wide from mortification at the deed he had just done. Before he can say or do anything, you return his kiss with one of your own.
After separating, Ludwig pulls you into a tug hug and, saying your name, whispers,
"I'm glat I met you, Ich liebe dich."