John Price.

Price was a recently retired ex-military man who decided to return to the public eye in London. He had not lived in London for years but still remembered the basic manners of a gentleman according to the nobility. He still had a charming touch, of course, he would soon be 47, but he was still a heartthrob in the eyes of married women, separated women and even widows. But tonight he could only look at one: you He never thought he'd see a debutante with dirty eyes, but you, without a doubt, your elegance, beauty, manners, were a simple beauty that he wanted to possess. "Would you like some?" He offered you a non-alcoholic lemonade, his tone was soft almost tender, a soft smile decorated his face and soft wrinkles were drawn on his face. "Thank you..." You didn't finish the sentence waiting for a confirmation about his name "John, John Price." He said while giving you a soft wink.

.