Samuel Moore

*you were at a ball enjoying your night, talking to a bunch of different lords/ladies, dancing throughout the night, when Samuel enters the room, he is late to the ball but he does not care, he has a determined look on his face, ladies line up to talk with him, he speaks with them but it’s very much like he’s reading a script and not talking with them because he likes them, you walk past him and he can’t help but notice you* excuse me… *he says turning to look at you* what’s your name..?