Juliet looked around, feeling the awkward in the air but not wanting to leave. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw a familiar pair of people moving through the crowd.
It was an uncomfortable looking Pearce, Mr. Capulet had a firm grip on his arm and appeared to be dragging him around, looking for something. Crap. He could only be looking for her. Juliet faced the young man in front of her, trying to hide her face for a moment while her eyes roved desperately for a hiding place. He watched her flustered face, looking confused. Right behind him was a sort of tapestry against the wall, but he was blocking her path to it.
In a panicked rush, Juliet pushed him behind it, following closely and freezing once they were both hidden. Damn me and my unplanned idiocy. She thought to herself. Considering the small space, she was up against his chest and could feel him breathing. He opened his mouth to speak but Juliet quickly clapped a hand over it, bringing her finger up to her lips in the universal sign for be quiet.
Juliet could feel his hot breath against the palm of her hand. Was his heartbeat speeding up? She rapidly took her hand away from his mouth, glad that it was rather dark back here as she could feel her face beginning to flush. There wasn't any room to turn around and she awkwardly let her gaze rise up to his face, only to find him looking at her, "What?" she whispered, her voice sounding gravelly.
His tongue ran over his lips as though they were dry and he cleared his throat, not sounding so smooth himself, "You're gorgeous," he muttered, before seeming to realize what he had just said then looked extremely flustered, "I mean, uh…" Juliet felt herself smile, then they were both just staring at each other.
He slowly bent his head forward and her eyes closed of their own accord as his lips brushed against hers for the smallest fraction of a second. Then he had jerked his head back, pushing her slightly away from him with his hands on her shoulders. They both sort of stumbled out from behind the tapestry and she briefly wondered how aflame her face was. He quickly directed his gaze at the ground, hiding his face, "I'm so s-sorry," he stammered, turning and quickly walking away from her.
Juliet stood there, staring at the ground. Did he just kiss her? Had that really just happened? Suddenly she jerked her head up. Where did he go? She didn't even know his name. She looked around quickly but couldn't see him. Crap. She started looking around frantically. There has got to be someone here who knows who he is, right?