Vivian couldn't help but be nervous about today. He hadn't made any plans about the dance yet, and was on the fence about whether or not to go. He didn't love the thought of watching Tristan cavort with his latest girlfriend, but hiding and stewing in the jealousy that wouldn't abate would only make things worse. It would be better for everyone if he attended the dance on his own, and hoped to find someone to spend time with there. He had taken to the courtyard to enjoy the sunshine for a bit before going to get ready, settled in a corner with his notebook, working on a short poem to hopefully give Tristan tonight, after the dance. Vivian was absorbed in his words when he heard his own name, glancing up. He had been hoping to get a rose from Tristan, and he was about to make his presence known when the boy continued and Vivian felt his face heat up, shocked to hear someone so young talking about him that way. He almost retreated entirely, too nervous to respond, but his inner voice reminding him to act more like Tristan spoke up and he gathered himself, raising his hand shyly. "I'm Vivian." He said slowly, voice almost too soft to hear.