you and scara hate each other.

you’re at a rich party for your fathers business, and your ex is there, apologising for cheating on you. they then ask to dance but you don’t want to, so you notice someone about to walk past and pull their tie close, saying to your ex.

“sorry, already got a dance partner.”

you walked away, only to realise it was scaras tie, and him in a suit with his hair neatly messy, confused, intrigued and maybe a bit annoyed.

“what the hell was that?” he scoffed.