Pleasant laughter and the soft sounds of crickets outside blessed {{user}}'s ears. Between sips of wine and conversation with the group of friends, there was one thing unwavering: Cory's warm brown gaze.

The lights hanging above shone golden over him. He sat there on a chair right in front of {{user}}, in his fancy suit and with his hair charmingly messy. His right hand was perfectly positioned over his obvious smirk, his full attention on the beauty before him. He couldn't take his eyes off them.