She looked at his face as if trying to decipher a mystery in the missing piece of his mask.

Half Moon. It was ridiculous. There was no way to confuse that face. But for a moment she hesitated.

What nonsense and yet, she still couldn't know why he did his actions.

She hadn't paid attention to the music, in that long minute she lived it rambling. Her steps had been directed at the will of others. So much that, that turn took her by surprise. A gasp escaped her. She was about to let go when he took a very close position, almost leaving their foreheads contracting the hand that was on her waist. He manipulated her like a doll, a thought that made her frown with a direct gaze.

But she was full of doubts...

He looked on her face the immense desire to tell him something, but absolute mutism.

"What happen? Did you forget how to talk?"

"Excuse me?" The girl reacted. Suffering a kind of disenchantment.

She also took account of the scrutiny around them. But he didn't seem to care about that fact at all, he did notice. And so it was for the moment.

"I don't understand what you mean." - The young Gothic clarified, speaking cordially to establish a gap of strangers, as if she had not noticed or still couldn't accept what she noticed. Her purple gaze became stiffer.

And if it was a farce, she would wait for him to unmask himself. As much as she wanted to tear away something that adorned his face itself.

He made her take another spin. He kept up with the music despite the moment.

She could see the small crowd of people watching them, distinguishing her friends, and someone else.

But she immediately returned to him.

"Don't pretend with me, Sam."

The named frowned, although for a moment the surprise made her face muscles tremble.

"Too smart." - The young man commented. What sounded like mockery to her. He couldn't tell the sincerity of his words in the middle of that arrogant smile. "You are too smart, you always have been."

At that moment the piece finished fitting. She slowed, forcing him to stop.

"Seriously? Is this a damn joke?" She kept his claims in a low voice, and even so, she feared being heard. She didn't want to become the center of looks any more than it had been a while.

Fortunately, people had stopped looking at them, and some couples had also shown on the track.

"Surprise." He mentioned the masked man, who for a moment had lowered his defenses to the aggressive response.

But he had expected such a reaction, definitely. And now he couldn't stop, he had already done things as is.

Sam looked swirled by her emotions. She couldn't help but be happy, she really waited so much for having a signal, a slight contact. See her friend again. But what kind of theater was that?

Masks and elegant suits only to make their appearance in a theatrical way, instead of sending a damn text or making a stupid call. The girl looked down overwhelmed by what was happening.

So the only thing she managed to do was lower her arms with some fury and turn around.

She wanted to get out of that false welcome, of that planned reunion without taste.

And even more, she wanted to reproach herself for a while, even if there really was no reason to do so.

He went after her. And behind them someone else who at first only followed them with their eyes.

She stomped, she felt annoyed, grabbing her dress, and she wrinkled her skirt

"Sam, wait." He called, once the cold outside covered them. When the music stopped playing clearly.

"Seriously?" The girl claimed.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me? Years have passed and you only run away as if I were a ghost from the past that you don't want to see."

"Don't play the fool! Because right now? Why in this way? At this point in your life I thought you would have forgotten us, and I was comforted by the fact that you were happy. D.J. Masters? I don't know how I didn't imagine it, although of course I thought about Vlad, there would be no reason for me to do this, and I didn't even imagine you were behind." She declared.

And at some point if she came to think about it, but it wasn't logical and imagined that her mind only played with the possibility for the desire to know something about him. She dismissed it so as not to get her hopes up.

But the illusion wasn't so beautiful when it was brought to reality.

"I can't even understand the reason for your actions. You said it, years went by, years without a call, a message or announcement and suddenly you appear like that." The goth girl continued, extended her hands; pointing it out and almost announcing her.

Daniel just listened. And when he was about to answer, he heard steps coming.

He watched Sam's face to relax, but not enough to seem serene.

"Sam? Is everything alright?" They both heard.

Daniel turned around, looking with some distaste at the personality that had appeared so far.

He knew him. He was the son of a partner of Vlad, and at some point they tried to bring them together to be something like best friends and the fruitful society was intergenerational. But they could never get along. Not that he liked him, that boy Ian was a great boy. But it wasn't a great time for friends, when he was so far from the true old friends he already had.

Daniel stood upright, for he had lost his position at some point among the claims of his old best friend. And he was looking at her so much, it was simply impossible to remain rigid at that.

What had displeased him was the irruption, and the disconcerting fact that he called Sam by her name.

"I heard screams." Said the newcomer.

"Ian... A-all good." Sam replied. That she really wasn't expected to he be there.

She didn't see him since graduation.

Daniel was about to ask what was already obvious.

He cleared his throat slightly to get attention, something soft so he didn't seem so demanding to demand attention. He knew Sam and that would end up bothering her much more.

"Everything is fine as the lady told you, but we are in something and you interrupt it." He said, intending to kick him out.

He received a frown. But the guy reconnected with Sam's violet eyes. He tried to know through this eye contact if that was true.

The glow was insistent in the new boy's gaze.

The girl blinked with a condescending look. And not very sure, he had to accept the fact.

"Okay..." He replied. "I'll be close just in case." He let both of them know before retiring that the girl knew she wasn't alone and the other understood that so that nothing could happen to her.

Daniel Masters, adopted son of his father's millionaire partner. A very suspicious subject in his opinion. He didn't expect the world to be so ridiculously small and malicious that the adorable girl who caught his attention, from the first time he talked to her, after that class they shared. Meet in a way so seemingly intimate with the rigid son of the strange Masters.

The two who stayed at the site just waited until it was far enough. Sam sighed, although more than that, it sounded like a slight snort that exhaled to release an anger that swirled in her head for how confusing it was. She looked straight at him. If she had to face that already, she would.

"Okay, I hear you."

"After so many years, it was the only way I found to approach you."

"With lies?"

"Do you really think it was my intention to lie to you?"

Sam thought about it a bit, and it was true that the Danny she knew was no liar. And nevertheless, he wouldn't mount a show like that either.

"No." Sam replied briefly, looking thoughtful. "Why did you never call?"

"Sam... I know I owe a lot of explanations, but we are seeing each other again after a long time. Could I at least receive a welcome?"

Sam realized a certain ingratitude on her part as soon as she heard that. While he was right to feel that way, and how he felt really mattered, it also mattered that Danny was there right now.

Why did it have to be like this? That was better than never seeing each other again.

"Sorry, welcome again." She said simply. "Surely you have a lot to tell. I would love to hear it, how much this impression happens to me..."

Danny decided to lower the mask, showing the gesture on his face. He wasn't very comfortable.

"You're going to go? I prepared this for you."

"Exactly. Not all surprises are pleasant. Inside are Tucker and Valerie, for now they really enjoy all this." She mentioned, so he would know that his surprise would not be a waste.

"Oh Valerie, I'd heard of that. Yes, I knew he was now your leader." He gave a short chuckle, totally out of place. Sam raised an eyebrow, with clear symptoms of irritation attached to the rest of emotions that made her suffer from a gradual pain in the hundred.

"She is not our leader, we are a team." - She replied.

"Like we used to be?" Even after that was a mockery, it came against him since the past was something he didn't like to turn to look at.

Sam sensed how he cleared his throat and touched his neck. She didn't know how, but it got awkward.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Not more than the truth, hard and frank as you usually are".

"After so much you keep pretending you know me. Even when you put together all this that, with a little common sense, you would have noticed how I was going to react. You exposed us right there. Since when did you become a showman?"

"Maybe you're exaggerating a little." The boy responded to her obfuscation, irritated in the same way.

And that way of responding was not exactly correct in any situation.

Sam's eyelid jumped.

She could have exploded, but the will was greater knowing that a scandal there would be witnessed by a small crowd.

"Do you think I'm exaggerating?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I just said that." He replied, subtly challenging. And that had been the last straw.

If Sam was already overcoming anger, she had now returned to the same point. Hence it happened to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Why are you acting like an idiot?" She asked with a severe desire to enter his mind to know why this unpleasant attitude. After having pretended that he cared about her reaction to the situation. It was a contradiction from head to toe at the time.

"I don't know, Sam. Maybe I just respond to your attitude in the first place."

"Oh, is that what you think?" She said irritated. "I'm fed up, I'm out of here."

"See you Monday at your office, dear." He mentioned seeing her turn around, in the wrong direction to finish off.

Sam turned slowly to look at him, incredulous as she could not. Seeing that he was apparently serious, she made a mocking gesture.

"Do you really think I'm going to work here after a tremendous lie?" She questioned him with a remarkable irony in it.

"According to your contract, it will be so. The next two years at least" He threw a bucket of ice water, or at least that's how it felt for her. She shuddered at that, and remembered that she had already signed.

"And you try to make me believe you weren't manipulating us ?! Wasn't it really your intention to lie to us?" She despaired and shouted a little, despite all the restraint. "You waited for us to sign to reveal you, because you clearly know what you are doing."

"That last one I can assure you, I know what I do." He assured him, being now he who turns around to leave the talk there.

"Hey, hey, wait a moment." She wanted to retain him, but that's how it ended. She couldn't say much more when Ian appeared again.

"Everything alright, Sam?" She had heard her raise her tone and clearly Sam felt silly about it.

At the moment, they were already sitting on one of the garden benches. She had her elbows reloaded on her legs and also rested her head on her hands. While he watched him attentively.

"Then a childhood friend. It surprises me, I never found him someone very friendly."

"Maybe because you didn't meet him at the same time. He just hasn't had a good time." She responded in his defense. Sam was bewildered, but Daniel was still his friend, or so he expected.

She disconnected from time and place, entering his mind so that he could sort things out a little there. Until she realized that Ian was still talking to her and she hadn't heard anything.

"Sorry, I kept thinking, what was the last thing you said?"

Ian noticed her introspective, and he had already noticed that she had not heard it at all. He smiled calmly.

"You think a lot about Masters, right?" The boy asked

The gothic girl had a repelús when she heard that she referred to Danny as Masters.

But in the end she ended up simply looking down.

Ian's mouth formed a fine line as soon as he saw that blush cover her cheeks. And if the silence didn't say much, that reaction ended up clearing it up. Finally. He smiled, and sympathetically, placed his hand on her shoulder.