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Kaz | The Ball

Why did all the heists have to be in such large events? You didn't know. By the looks of it, Kaz didn't either.

He was in his usual guard uniform and you were in your violet gown.

"Why can't I be a guard too?" You asked stiffly.

"You're better suited as a guest," he said icily.

"I think you just like to see me in this gown, Kaz."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Don't worry, you look not-so-bad in your uniform too," you winked, and he stared at you incredulously.

"You're here to help me, not flirt with me!" he exclaimed, trying not to blush.

"Why can't I do both?"

He muttered something under his breath about you being impossible and looked around the hall, his eyes slightly narrowing at a certain snobby man.

"What's going on?" you asked excitedly, ready for the action.

"That man's been staring at us for too long."

You rolled your eyes. "Staring at me, you mean. Can you blame him? I look stunning."

It was tempting to agree but he was still processing your words. Was that man truly checking you out? What if he's a prince or a rich trader who'd sweep you off your feet with one dance?

Ridiculous, stop being ridiculous - Kaz's mind scolded, but he couldn't get his imagination to cease. He truly hated his mind at times.

"Fine," he reached out his gloved hand begrudgingly.

"Are you asking me to dance?"

"Yes."

"But the heist—"

"We're in the wrong house," Kaz lied, tired and exhausted. For once, he just wanted a peaceful day, and if it included dancing with you, that'd be a great bonus.

You were not fooled, but you were feeling the same way.

"Then let's dance," you shrugged, placing your hand in his. You saw a ghost of a smile on his face.