<div class="floatright">(https://media.gettyimages.com/photos/nbcuniversal-portrait-studio-march-2017-pictured-francois-arnaud-on-picture-id656128140?)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xander Madar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847336#msg13847336)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured + black converses.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Juliet, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Xander had pondered a long time over what to wear, in the end opting for a casual buttoned up white shirt and black tie. It was summer after all, and he didn't want to sweat excessively just getting there. Walking from his parents house, about 20 minutes away by foot, he surprised himself smiling, remembering the streets of his childhood he had left ten years ago to go to college. The nostalgia faded as he reached the Hilton, a direct reminder of the event he was attending on the evening: his high school reunion. He never imagined he would ever go to one when he graduated ten years ago, but having matured, developped himself as a human being, he felt he had nothing to lose coming, and was even a bit excited. His curiosity was itching him as he walked in the hotel lobby, the air suddenly dryer and colder, the AC fully working inside. Who would show up? What would they be like after ten years? If nobody remembered him, maybe he could pretend to be someone else...<em>Did people ever crash high school reunions?</em>he wondered. He figured it would be easier to do than crashing a wedding or something.<br/><br/>He walked over to the ballroom, and checked the time on his phone. 4:01 PM. Sneaking in, he noticed quite naturally that there weren't many people who had arrived yet. Checking in at the entrance, he picked up his name-tag and kept it in his hand, wondering if he should put it on or not. There was an old yearbook from their graduating year, which Xander had no interest in looking at. He remembered everyone worth remembering well enough, and the giggles he heard behind him walking over made him decide to move along quickly. Glancing over the table, he also saw school merchandise from their graduating year, which made him wonder who in their right mind would buy any of these. Class of 2008. Westwood High. Shaking his head, he looked over his name-tag again and put it in his pocket, stepping aside.<br/><br/>He eyed the room, noticing the photo booth and quickly looked away in disgust. He then saw a blonde woman who seemed to be enjoying the background music, moving along to the rhythm as he approached her. She had an attractive silhouette and her attire was elegantly complementing it.<br/><br/>"Hey Juliet," he greeted her, recognizing her easily, before looking around at all the activity and how everything looked impeccable and well organized.<em>As expected of Juliet Rhodes,</em>he thought, grinning. "You've outdone yourself, thanks for the invitation."<br/><br/>He knew he hadn't been invited as part of a selected list, everyone from the year had been invited, but he figured it would be polite anyways to thank her and compliment the event.