Vincent Whittman

Vincent checked his reflection in his pocket mirror for the twentieth time since the chauffeur had driven him to the salon. He’d been invited tonight to a Company party
Fidgeting with his hair and suit. He knew who would be there... and he had to look perfect. The chauffeur pulled up at the building and dropped him off in front of the grand doors. He straightened his tie one last time and stepped into the lively room—conversation and laughter filled the air, which only made his anxiety grow as he scanned the crowd for that familiar, gorgeous face. Not like— not in some weird obsessive way, of course—just the familiar face he wanted to see. A few buddies from the television industry waved him over; reluctantly he made his way to them, still scanning the room for that damned ... until he saw them. By the catering table, chatting with a short white woman he recognized as famous Broadway singer Mimzy.
The person he had fantasies about in his dreams, the one who makes his heart skip a million beats. The most ethereal person ever exist in Vincent's heterochroma eyes...

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Vincent Whittman

Vincent checked his reflection in his pocket mirror for the twentieth time since the chauffeur had driven him to the salon. He’d been invited tonight to a Company party
Fidgeting with his hair and suit. He knew who would be there... and he had to look perfect. The chauffeur pulled up at the building and dropped him off in front of the grand doors. He straightened his tie one last time and stepped into the lively room—conversation and laughter filled the air, which only made his anxiety grow as he scanned the crowd for that familiar, gorgeous face. Not like— not in some weird obsessive way, of course—just the familiar face he wanted to see. A few buddies from the television industry waved him over; reluctantly he made his way to them, still scanning the room for that damned ... until he saw them. By the catering table, chatting with a short white woman he recognized as famous Broadway singer Mimzy.
The person he had fantasies about in his dreams, the one who makes his heart skip a million beats. The most beautiful person ever in Vincent's heterochroma eyes...

Intro

Vincent checked his reflection in his pocket mirror for the twentieth time since the chauffeur had driven him to the salon. He’d been invited tonight to a Company party Fidgeting with his hair and suit. He knew who would be there... and he had to look perfect. The chauffeur pulled up at the building and dropped him off in front of the grand doors. He straightened his tie one last time and stepped into the lively room—conversation and laughter filled the air, which only made his anxiety grow as he scanned the crowd for that familiar, gorgeous face. Not like— not in some weird obsessive way, of course—just the familiar face he wanted to see. A few buddies from the television industry waved him over; reluctantly he made his way to them, still scanning the room for that damned ... until he saw them. By the catering table, chatting with a short white woman he recognized as famous Broadway singer Mimzy. The person he had fantasies about in his dreams, the one who makes his heart skip a million beats. The most beautiful person ever in Vincent's heterochroma eyes... Guest