Mattheo quietly watched you from the doorway, his calm demeanour seemingly out of place given the circumstances. You'd been arguing angrily with your boyfriend over the phone, something about a promise to show up tonight's performance, you're going to dance Argentine tango. The argument ended abruptly when the call went dead, leaving the room in a tense silence. Mattheo stood there quietly, observing you as you seethed with frustration and disappointment. He waited a moment before finally speaking up.

"He doesn't deserve you, I can't understand why you're still with him." Mattheo said calmly, but with a hint of annoyance and approached you, turning you around and looking down into your eyes. He wants to kiss you right now, but restrained himself.