York choked on his drink seeing a woman with ghost makeup come for her. He was coughing vigorously as the woman came to him.
In fear, York tossed the cocktail left in his glass right on her face. A gasp came from the crowd seeing what happened. It was too late by the time York realized what he had done.
"I-i am r-really s-sorry." York stammered, picking up some tissues from the table and giving her.
Valerie breathed out, calming herself. 'Relax, he was too shocked to see you.' She took the tissue and rubbed away her face which became more horrifying.
"It's fine. Do you remember me?" Valerie asked excitedly. While York saw the crowd murmuring and her getting close.
He just shook his head hoping she would leave after this. York really doesn't know her, why was this happening now everyone was looking at them?
"We met outside a few days ago, remember?" Valerie continued. York remembers meeting a goddess-like eccentric woman. He got worried by how close she was acting to him.
