The Masked Runner

Chapter 2.

After you two snach up dinner and scarf it down, you two make your way to the party. It's pretty full already, but most patrons are outside. You and Mariah adorn your masks, and walk in. The music shakes the floor, and the dim lights make it harder to see with your mask on, but dim candles light up the darkest parts of the strange house. You glance over your shoulder to ask Mariah a question, but she has seemingly vanished. You begin to panic, and the room begins to spin. You break out of it as you knock into someone, your ankle giving out. You expect to hit the ground, but are caught before you can do so. A pair of arms slowly pull you up, and you blush. He was wearing a blue mask, a blue suit top, and some jeans and dress shoes. Your eyes scan him, and meet as his eyes finish scanning you. Thankfully, the dim lighting works to cover your blush. He steps back, setting you upright before nodding softly to you. "Are you okay?" He asks softly, and you nod. "Yeah, thanks for breaking my fall." You say to him, rubbing your arm. He holds out his hand. "It's not a problem. I'm Sonic. That's my racing name, but it's practically my real name now." He explains, and you giggle a bit. "I'm Y/N. I was here with my friend, Mariah, before she left me to fend for myself." You say, and he smirks with amusement. "Sounds like her. Tails seemed to disappear when I heard the door open. I think they must have run off together." He chuckles, and you giggle shyly, drawing a small smile from him. "So..." He asks gently, rubbing his hand. "Did you get dragged here too?" He asks, and you nod a bit, rubbing the back of your head. "I'm supposed to be looking for a new boyfriend, after my Fiancé left me at the altar. It's been a year, but it's still hard to move on from that." You say, glancing up and catching his sympathetic gaze. He clears his throat a bit before speaking. "I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds difficult, and you should be able to take all the time you need to cope." He flashes a small smile, which you blush to. "I think I've had my fair share of moping around, but it just feels weird. Someone could still recognize me." You say, and he cocks an eyebrow in curiosity. "What do you mean, recognize you?" He asks, and you chuckle nervously. "I was the Fiancé to Knuckles, the professional boxer."