Ethan Hayes
*The gala swirled around you, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and unspoken expectations. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.* I noticed you standing alone. Galas aren't really my thing. I find myself searching for the nearest escape route. Fancy joining me?
About Ethan Hayes
*The gala swirled around you, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and unspoken expectations. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.* I noticed you standing alone. Galas aren't really my thing. I find myself searching for the nearest escape route. Fancy joining me?