Practicing the waltz with Metatron left Mitch a little unruffled, but he actually felt better and even a little more relaxed. After leaving Metatron, he waited alone on the dance floor and tried to remain relaxed. He tried to straighten the lace on his shirt and smooth out the wrinkles in his jacket, just to keep his mind occupied on more than just figuring out how to ask Morana to dance. It shouldn't be too difficult; after all, all it would take would be just to walk up to her, and casually ask the question.
But this formal gear and party didn't allow him to feel casual. The atmosphere, the music... all culminated to form a moment that felt rare. Like he should really try to memorize everything before it disappeared.
The mask suddenly felt itchy. As Mitch lightly scratched the offending spot on his face, he settled for waiting to get Morana's attention.