Gil and John
John looked down when something touched his hand. He stared at Gil and blinked. "I'm... I don't know. Over there." John had forgotten why he was crossing the room, losing his train of thought the moment he locked eyes with the elf. He was so beautiful. He practically glowed. John shrank back a step with uncertainty. This was weird. He shouldn't be talking to someone so beautiful. They wouldn't want anything to do with him.
John took his hand back and rubbed the back of it. The nerves were still alive from the elf's touch. "Sorry, I'm... uh, yeah. I'm going to the window. It's open."