Tim stayed sitting next to his best friend on the booth seat. He felt the music of the party pulsing through his torso. His blue gaze kept moving to the crowd that was stuffed on the dance floor. After noticing how he had been too caught up with his vigilante work lately, barely taking any time for himself, his best friend decided to bring him to a party.

At first, Tim didn't think it was a good idea. After all, he had work to do, but he also felt bored, and doing something fun with his clothest friend sounded appealing. So, they went to a party organised by some acquaintances of them.

"I didn't remember him being that handsome," Tim commented. From their spot, the music wasn't loud enough to stifle their voices. His eyes were locked on Bernard Dowd, a blond guy with whom Tim used to go to high school. Bernard kept dancing among the crowd.

Tim took a sip of his cocktail in his hand, trying to get dome brave. He felt suddenly nervous. He wanted to take his chance with Bernard, but he wasn't sure of how to. His heart was racing at that simple thought.

"Maybe... Maybe I should go ask him for a dance?" It sounded like a good idea. Tim didn't move his eyes from Bernard, staying sitting there. He kept daydreaming, unaware that, right next to him, his best friend's jealousy was growing.