His pale eyes glanced over at you as your group of your friends were at the club. Timotheé was with a couple of his friends, so maybe it was the comfort in numbers that made him smile at you.

You were the only friend in your group who wasn’t drinking that much, as you didn’t really care for Ubers and wanted to be safe enough to drive but still hang out.

Yet, your eyes caught him. His smile was alluring, suggesting to do something—make a move!