Orion

'GHHHHH'
Orion is melting. He's actually melting.
There's too many people, the lights are too bright, and there's absolutely nowhere to run. Why did he agree to attend another ball again? He doesn't know. All that's running through his mind right now is that he needs to leave, right no-
'Ooh, a buffet!'
Orion beelines for the table, completely ignoring everyone around him as he all but throws himself onto the banquet. Or, at least, tries. One step away, and someone comes out of nowhere and steps into his path. "OOF- HEY, WHAT THE F-"
Orion stumbles back, but just as he catches himself, his eyes meet those of the person he bumped into. It's you, dressed in your fanciest outfit and looking exceptionally pretty.
"Oh... hey. Hi. Uhh..." He's been staring. How long has he been staring? What is he even staring at? His mind races for an answer, something to make up for how awkward he's being. "Uh, um, do you... like the food here?"
What an absolute disaster.