Requested by Flamerealla
(Idk the male version of the name so we're going to sure the original female name.)

You dreamed for this day to finally come around.
The festival of fools. You're an offical that is supposed to get performers into their costumes and make sure everyone is in place before their performances.
A great finally was a newbie.
They, i mean the gypsies, call him Esmeralda.
You've never really seen him before and you didn't know what to expect when meeting him.
As you carried your basket close to your side you made your way to where you assumed was his tent.

There was no door to knock, but you politely called into the entrance of the fabric tent to make the occupant aware of your exsistance.
"Hello, Esmeralda?" You called,
"Come in," a male voice was heard, it was most likely Esmeralda's.
These first few words made your ears
Perk up.

When you entered, it was a quaint looking room.
There was a small dresser and equipt with a mirror. There was a chest on one side of the room and the other had a privacy screen where you assumed the gypsy would be.
"Sorry for the mess." The man apologized from behind the screen.
"No need to be. It's not bad." You replied, walking around.
Esmerelda came from behind of the screen dressed in his costume.
Your eyes widen in his beauty.
His raven black hair made his emerald colored eyes provide an hypnotizing affect and his red costume only brought more emphasis to his body.

He was fit with a finish of dark skin.
You set your basket of makeup down on the table and smiled, "wow." Was all you can say.
"Is it too much?" He asked,
"No, no it's great! It just needs some touch ups." You shakily took advantage of this time to let your fingers take in as much as they could without sounding like a creep.
You added a shimmering powder and lined it to his lower eye.
And a bit on his nose.
"Beautiful," you say, Esmeralda glanced in the mirror behind him and smiled.
"Wow, it adds more to the appearance, yes?"
"Yes!"
You two glace to the entrance of the tent when the sounds of the crowd booming outside.
Esmeralda clasped your hands into his surprisingly soft ones.
"I thank you, miss..." He paused when he didn't catch your name.
"(Y/n)."
"(Y/n)...i thank you for helping me for the short time we had together. I shall not forget you." He kissed your hand in appreciation.
"It was a pleasure."
And with that he walked out of the tent and went into his place before the stage.