Weston was the type of man who was always aware of his surroundings. At first glance, it was hard to draw such a conclusion. Most of the time he was being a little too self-centered to realize what someone might be going through. Especially when work consumed him, it was rare for him to notice much about other people in general. But tonight he was very aware of everything around him. Not to mention, he did have a fondness for women.<br/>He hadn’t been watching it directly, rather he saw it out of the corner of his eye. A woman had bumped into a man, and the man did not look pleased.<br/><br/>“No, I am not alright,” the man, glowering, had said through clenched teeth. “I had expected this event to have more people with class, not bumbling women who walk like they’ve never worn heels before.” He made a sound of irritation and waved her off when she tried to ‘fix’ her mess, “Try watching where you’re going next time, alright?”<br/><br/>“Hey, buddy, take it easy. She did apologize,” Weston chimed in almost too casually. He has never considered himself to be the kind of dashing knight in shining armor, ready to rescue the damsel in distress. Despite his fondness for women he usually knew when to stay away; women could be unpredictable. Not to mention they could usually handle themselves just fine. Normally he would have thought nothing of it, as accidents happen, but since this was an evening where he needed to make his own excitement, he couldn’t help but pry into their business.<br/><br/>Accidents happen, sure, but that did not look like it was any accident. If there was one thing Weston agreed with that man on, it was that nobody could be that clumsy. It wasn’t that crowded in this room to where everyone was packed in here like sardines. No, everything seemed to have some kind of order to it. That little gesture had to have been done on purpose. Maybe it was some odd way of flirting? If so, then it really needed to be refined before she tried again.<br/><br/>The man turned his attention to him, “Piss off, this doesn’t concern you.”<br/><br/>“As a matter of fact, it does. She happens to be my partner this evening,” Weston said, trying to sound convincing. “Have you ever heard of social anxiety? Sometimes she can’t help it, she gets overwhelmed and… well…”<br/><br/>“And you want me to excuse her for ruining my suit, just like that?”<br/><br/>“Precisely. Now, thank you for accepting her apology, enjoy the rest of your night,” Weston smiled and nodded at the man, who began to look even more annoyed (if that was possible). He didn’t give the man a chance to respond, and took the woman’s arm and began to pull her away somewhere else. The man who had his suit ruined would be fine! A little color adds character, right? Weston chuckled inwardly at his own thoughts.<br/><br/>Who the hell was he kidding? If it had happened to him, he wouldn’t be happy either.<br/><br/>He stopped moving once he was far enough away, and the man had been swallowed by the crowed. Smiling, he said, “Well, that was exciting!”