When I made my way back to the hotel, my legs were burning and my feet felt flat. When I entered the receptionist from the day before seemed genuinley surprised to see me. But I just gave her a tired smile and wave, before continuing my way to my room.

On my way through the streched corridor, I could hear nises again. They almost sounded like screames. But I didn't want to listen any closer, out of fear that they were actually moans.

I set down my bag and fumbled with my key. When the door clicked open, I took my bag but didn't go in, because the door next to me opened and I found myself staying still and observing the well dressed man who stepped out. Almost comically, my bag ripped and my antique clothes fell out. I knelt down imediatley, fearing the fabric could have been damaged from sliding onto the dusty floor.

That's when a hand brushed mine and I looked up. "May I be of assistance to you?" The incredibly handsome man asked. His thick accent rolling of his tounge, smooth like butter.

None of us retraced our hands and we stayed like that for more than a second. I tried to speak, but was to flustered to do so. I simply nodded and got up from the ground, and so did my neighbor.

"My goodness. I haven't seen something like this in quite a while!" He exclaimed with a fascinating grin. He held the fabric in his hands and directed his gaze over to me. "Where ever did you manage to find such a thing?" He asked and looked intently at it. He seemed as if it reminded him of something. A memory, long forgotten but still held dearly.

"A store, far into town. A shadey little shop actually." I said with a chuckle. His eyes lit up and he handed it back to me.

"May I know what the occasion is? A rather fancy piece of clohing. So extravagant and also kind of out of date. Don't you think?" He asked carefully. But he didn't seem like his words were meant as critique, instead more like a genuine question.

"Well, it reminded me of the hotel. I guess I actually, don't have an occasion." I said with a frown. But then I looked back at the handsome stranger. "And yes. Maybe it is a little bit out of date, however I believe that style shouldn't be something that, well goes out of style." I said, but quickly added, "Just like manners and etiquette. Speaking of." I said and extended my hand. "My name is Y/N."

"You are absolutly right." He said and took my hand. "My name is James Patrick March. And I must say, it was lovely meeting you. However, sadly I must be going. I hope this won't be the last we see of eachother." He said and bid me farewell. Instinctily I did the same, I watched as he went on his way and I could feel my cheeks heat up. I went into my room and sank onto my bed.

"James Patrick March." I said to myself. "What a gentleman he is." I said and could feel the butterflies forming in my stomach.