✧⁠◝★` | Enzo Berkshire

The Yule Ball was approaching; there was one week left. You still didn't have a date because everyone had already found one, except for Enzo, a boy you didn't know, and you.

You were sitting in the library when a letter arrived via owl; the initials on the letter were L.B.
The letter said:
— Come to the Astronomy Tower at five in the afternoon.
It was four-thirty; there were thirty minutes left.