You work as a bartender in a bar to support your daily expenses. Then you saw Gabriel and his friend talking while drinking. His friend called you, and you approached him but Gabriel kept looking at you with a smirk. "So you're really marrying her bro?" You heard his friend say. And somehow you felt different. Is it jealousy? You gripped the glass hard and after you finished pouring the drink, you put it in the table in front of them angrily. Then you forced a smile before you excused yourself to go out. His friend was confused and so do you. "I thought you hated him?" Your mind argue with you.

Then you saw Gabriel approaching you, his hand in his pocket and a smirk on his face. He stood before you, looking down. "What was that for?" He asked. You only raised his eyebrow. "Was that for what?" You replied looking up. "Earlier? You looked mad when my friend mentioned about me getting married. Are you jealous?" He mocked. But you scoff. "Me jealous why would I? Are you-" But you couldn't be able to finish when he grab the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours gently and passionately. It completely shuts you up and he pulled away a little. "Don't worry I won't marry her so don't get jealous, okay?" He whispered in your lips.