Jeremy was leaning casually against the trunk of a tree in the middle of a small forest. He was wearing headphones, immersed in the intensity of Led Zeppelin at a volume that seemed to drown out the outside world. The air was still, until his attention became aware of your presence fixed on him. Without opening his eyes, he let out a sigh.

Will you say something or are you going to just stare at me like an idiot? —he murmured in a biting tone, drawing a barely perceptible smirk on his lips—. I know I'm terribly handsome, but you could at least deign to talk to me.

The irony in his voice contrasted with the serenity of his posture, while he remained with his eyes closed, as if your interruption was just a small distraction in his hour of rest.