Scarlett and Beau, around 9pm during the concert
It was a good thing her parents had been willing to buy Scarlett a ticket to the charity gala, otherwise she might have had to find some older man willing to bring her as his date, in which case she would have been stuck feigning interest in him, and how boring would that be? As it was, she'd enjoyed the evening and had even managed to find a gorgeousdress in a discount store that only needed a few minor repairs and adjustments. All things she could handle just fine on her own, thankfully, since she couldn't really afford to pay someone else to do it.
But the dinner had been fine--not her usual taste, but she'd never been into fancy dining--but it was the charity date auction that had her wishing more than ever before that she was bleeding rich. It started with Beau, and she'd grown up watching him on the telly, and he was so damn hot. And he wasn't the only one she wished she could bid on. But alas, she would just have to enjoy the eye candy, she supposed.
Until, after the date auction was finished and the concert in full swing, she spotted the actor on the edges of the dance floor near the bar. Shoulders back and exuding confidence as she walked toward him, though even in her three inch heels, she was still shorter than him. Although he was shorter than she'd realized, Scar noticed when she reached him.
"Oh hi!" she greeted him, holding out her hand to him. "I was just going to hit the dance floor--would you mind holding this for me?" It was cheesy and fun, but she rather hoped the pick-up line would at least make him laugh and maybe even earn her a dance with him.