It was the last year you’d get to go to the biggest event at your school, prom. A night of what you thought would be wonderful turned into a night that you’d much rather forget. Along with your supposed date ditching you for another person, you had someone else’s vomit on your outfit. A night that couldn’t get much worse… or so you thought.

    Out of the dark came someone you hadn’t seen before. They approached you, in which you panicked. ‘Why are they walking over here!?’ you thought and frantically looked around before you heard their chuckle.

    “Rough night?” they asked.

    “Yeah… it’s been the worst…” you mumbled and looked at the ground.

    “Well, I can make it better if you let me.” they said with a soft smile.

    “I don’t even know who you are…”

    “--- ---, pleased to meetcha.” they gave a bow/curtsey. 

    You gave a playful huff, causing them to smile.

    “(Y/N) (L/N).” you tell them. “I’ll-- I guess you can try to make this night better for me. Not sure if it could get much worse.”

    They chuckled/giggled then mumbled something.

((Could be switched either way))