Romeo forced his way through the crowds, his eyes trained on the ground. What the hell was that? He thought desperately, one hand coming up to cover his mouth. His mouth that had just touched someone else's. He didn't think he'd ever felt so uncomfortably warm before.

As soon as he was what he deemed a safe distance away from the girl he was pretty sure he had just kissed, he stopped. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized he didn't even know her name. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to find out. He glanced around and spotted the man she had come in with.

Trying not to run across the room, he approached the young man, who couldn't be more than a few years his senior. "Excuse me?" He said uncertainly. The man turned with a questioning glance, "Yes, can I help you?"

Romeo gulped, "Uh, yeah. I was wondering if you could tell me the name of the… uh, the young woman you came in with?"

Harry looked confused, "You mean Juliet? That's Juliet Capulet, why do you ask?"

Romeo floundered for a moment as he learned that she was one of the Capulet's. "Oh, I just… spoke to her and forgot to ask her name." he muttered quickly, "Thank you." He turned to leave but the man put a hand on his arm.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Romeo Montague," He replied immediately, not really in the best state of mind at that exact moment. He flushed all over again as he realized his mistake a moment too late. Crap.

But the man just flashed him a bright smile, "I'm Harry, Juliet's friend. Oh, and if you're a Montague, you might want to uh, put your mask back on." Harry winked at the flustered boy before turning and walking away, determined to find Juliet and tell her what had just happened.