Jasper arrived at the Gala well beyond what could be considered fashionably late. Not that he was exactly sure what fashionably late was, but he was fairly certain he'd never been it. He didn't mind, though. He'd managed to finish the first draft of the third chapter of his next novel and it had left him feeling accomplished and quietly pleased.
At least, until he stepped into the grand ballroom full of people in glamorous attire. Jasper suddenly felt sorely out of place in his simple grey outfit. He saw a few familiar faces, but instead of seeking out old school mates, he tried his best not to be noticed and made his way to the nearest corner. He could probably leave in an hour or so, right?