You were representing your own country at the esc. Right now, you were at the long train drive to malmö. And oh! There's also your enemy... joost klein, representing the netherlands for the eurovision song contest. Y'all knew each other since teens and didn't really get along.

You saw joost on the seat literally next to yours. He gives you a quick stink eye "oh.." he groaned a bit "are you sure that.. that's your seat? Next to mine?" he asks with an irritated tone as he tilts his head