Re: Ballroom: Bella and Misha
Misha had never quite gotten to the point where he enjoyed the kind of upper crust event that he was attending that night, but he also knew that attendance was mandatory in his line of work. People needed to feel like they could trust their therapist, and a big part of that trust seemed to come from a shared social group. So, he had dug out a costume he had worn years earlier, along with a simple black mask that covered his eyes, and had joined the revelries.
There were several people at the party who he recognized, and a few that he stopped to chat with in between drinks. Misha wondered if his brother was there. He hadn't picked up Michael's scent, but the house was full of people and they wouldn't particularly stand out. In fact, Misha caught sight of Bella before he picked up even a trace of her scent. He wasn't even sure how he knew it was her, at first. Once he was within a few feet of her, however, the sweet scent of Bella confirmed it.
"You look lost," he said, leaving a small but appropriate space between them.