SPOILER!!: Ezra, what have you done to her *siiiiighs*
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Sararara 
Ezra practically sprinted in the direction of the dance floor once he had greeted all the people he'd needed to greet, which felt like far too many people for the first time he could remember. But he didn't sprint. Because despite the fact that he had spotted the only person he was really looking to greet, he was certainly 100% not desperate enough to run through a crown in search of her or anything. Even if that's what he really wanted. His feet ignored his judgment, however, as body parts tended to do in such situations, and he found himself treading on an increasing number of toes as he made his way over to the back of the head he could recognize anywhere. Not that he had memorized where she'd been standing or anything, just a...coincidence. Yes, they could call it that.
He held his breath as he reached the space right behind her, more to avoid inhaling her perfume than anything else. That was sure to make him weak in the knees, which was not allowed on any occasion, especially a work occasion. Ezra stood right behind her for another moment as he adjusted his glasses and straightened his bowtie in preparation. His hair was probably perfect--obviously--and he was becoming so jittery that he couldn't even take a second longer to make sure it was in a perfect state before tapping two fingers on her shoulder. "I've been looking all over for you." He grinned as he waited for her to turn around, clenching his other fist in his pocket because Merlin knew what would happen when he saw her face so close to his own.
So technically she hadn't been standing around by herself for all too long. But oh Merlin, if this continued she'd start to look desperate. People would start to PITY HER. And no one ever pitied Tiffany Price. She was a pity-er not a pity-ee. It was a fact. Though, she wasn't just going to give up, not when her heart was still beating twice as fast as it normally did. Even if she was starting to get that sinking feeling in her stomach, her feet were just about glued to their spot. She was starting to get desperate. What if people saw her!?
Oh Merlin. Please don't let there be two disappointments tonight. The people, she could handle. The lack of Ezra Bellamy, however... Was another story all together.
And just as she was starting to have second thoughts, the brunette felt a light tap on her shoulder. And before she could turn around to face whoever it was who had tapped her, she heard it. She heard
his voice. On second thought... Maybe it would've been better for her heart if he hadn't shown up after all. Because this was absolute madness. It wasn't just going twice as fast anymore, it was definitely skipping beats. Not only that, but her legs were going to melt and maybe wearing pumps wasn't a good choice after all. Oh Merlin. Nothing and no one ever made Tiffany Price ever question her heels. Not even Ezra Bellamy. Well, at least... Not until today.
Taking all of two seconds to recompose herself (from that bloody awful giddy feeling), she slowly turned to face him. Though she was able to quit the bouncing, she couldn't manage to wipe that awfully large smile off her face. Ugh. Bellamy. WHY.
"Oh, have you?" Giving him a quick one-up--what a dashing bowtie-- she slowly brushed a hand through her hair.
"Well, you've found me," she gave him a quick smirk before looking over to the dance floor and right back to him. She was about to be bold, wasn't she? Oh no oh no oh no. This couldn't be good.
"So Bellamy, tell me, are your dance moves anywhere near as impressive as your wardrobe?" Essentially, she wanted to dance with you, Ezra. Desperately.