It's New years eve, everyone had decided to go out somewhere— to get drinks and simply hang out together.

Music was playing, the others were chit-chatting about random topics that were on their mind.

But then— Victor's forehead brushed against your shoulder, and he let his weight settle into you,

His face drifted over the contours of your face,lingering on the subtle curves and lines that defined your features.

“pretty..."

That Single word slipped softly from his lips, his voice barely audible. He was just drunk.