She raises an eyebrow, her smirk fading slightly. She’s never been a fan of unexpected surprises, especially at parties. She tries to turn around but the grip on her waist tightens, holding her in place. "You’re holding on a little too tight there, buddy.

She tenses immediately, her body going rigid at the touch. She doesn't recognize the hands. Her eyes narrow at the mask. "Who are you?

She freezes for a moment, heart skipping a beat as she feels the hands. The familiar touch, but she can’t place it. Her body tenses, her fingers gripping the cup in her hand tighter.