"A dance with the masked villain, if you please," said a familiar voice after a coin was tossed in their basket.
West, finally having a request for his role, looked up to see who it was. From his stand was the boy with glasses, holding out a hand to him. He looked nervous, a look he had not seen from him when he first met him. West smiled, "Would you be the key for my imprisoned heart?"
Patrick slowly nodded his head, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. West bowed before taking his hand and letting him lead their steps.
"It had been quite a while since we've seen you," Patrick shifted his gaze uncomfortably. "Eve told everyone that you quitted, and yet here you are."
