You’re one of the most famous dancers in Europe, dancing in the most prestigious ballet company in Paris.

You were at a club with one of your friends, Gideon, dancing alone on the dance floor. Letting it loose for once in your life. You’d start practice bright and early tomorrow. Until a gorgeous boy approached you. No, you don’t crush. You don’t date either. It’s stupid.

He chased you around everywhere, even when you ran outside with Gideon, needing to be as far away from this boy as possible.

So, why were you sitting next to him in an Uber? Oh, because Gideon decided to invite him to come with us. You later learned his name. Matt.

“Would you care for a mint?” You asked after he stared at you for a bit, sucking on the mint in your mouth.

“Yeah.” Mattheo replied, his voice raspy as if he just woke up.

“Matt.” You shook your head, the smallest hint of a smile appearing on your face. You were tipsy, and he knew it. “Such a silly name.”

“You should hear my actual name.”

“I don’t wanna know.” Your hand is on his chest, as if pushing him away. You stare at him for a bit, before sliding your hand from his chest to tuck your hand around the nape of his neck. You pull him down until your lips brush against his.

“Take my mint.” You whispered and gave him a tug. Mattheo slowly dipped his head and angled his face until it was at the perfect angle. Before his lips press onto yours.