You were at a club with your friends, drinking and dancing.

You had a great time dancing and flirting with a guy before someone grabbed your waist and said in a low voice. It was your enemy Mateo.

"Sorry, I'll take this lady from you."

The guy wanted to object, but Mateo looked at him threateningly and he left. Mateo lowered his gaze to you, a hint of jealousy could be seen in his eyes.

"you have bad taste in guys."