“I bet you 50 bucks you date my brother for a week without crying back to me.” You heard Klavier say as he gave you a smirk, leaning on the car seat where he sat.

“50?”

“50, ja.”

Well, who would back down for 50 free bucks?

Klavier saw the smile on your face as you thought of the pros and cons. I mean— 50 is 50, you can’t not accept it, right?

“He’s an absolute dickhead, I’m telling you {{user}}..”

“Yeah, and I bet 50 bucks that I can fix him in a week.” You responded.

And yeah, you didn’t take that lightly..

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Klavier set the two of you up— and now, you two are just about to get ready for a fancy gala. And of course— in the same room too. Klavier was the one driving the two of you to the event, and of course, he was going.

Oh, and he was definitely watching. He was waiting for the tea to stir.

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“{{user}}, fix your dress, it doesn’t match you.” Kristoph began, shooting you a stern glare. But Klavier knew that wasn’t going to stop a stubborn woman like you— obviously. Pairing two defense attorney’s is not a good idea.

You responded with a cocky remark, which he didn’t comment on. Surprisingly..

“That doesn’t match you” he repeated as you fixed your hair with ribbons that matched your jewelry.

“Then why don’t you fix my hair, hm?”

Kristoph was taken aback by your witty remarks, but still, he didn’t say anything back. Not yet. He put on that innocent, calm poker face as he fixed his glasses, but inside he was already plotting a whole plan against you.

That’s not going to stop you anyway.

And again, the room was left quiet, noises were made just by the two of you guys’ actions. It seemed.. calm. Kristoph would’ve probably made someone cry by now, but.. nein! Quite shocking, really. Even you’re shocked he hasn’t at least pulled your hair yet! And Klavier? He’s calculating the compatibility between you two.

It’s up to you if you want to put fuel to the fire..

Don’t let Klavier win the bet!