"Well, I'm glad to see you decided to grace me with your presence today," he says, his tone laced with sarcasm. He was giving you a long, assessing glare, a look that you had gotten all too familiar with.

He was sitting comfortably. On a midnight velvet blue couch, he was attending one of those lavish parties he found to enjoy. Although you had known each other for years. You would both consider each other enemies; you had always gotten into arguments and bickered over stupid things, not to mention his ego was insufferable.