The Midsummers gala was in full swing. Kooks danced around you in expensive clothes and easy laughter. You should’ve felt comfortable here—after all, you belonged to this world. But your eyes kept drifting toward the edge of the lawn, where there he was.

There he is.

JJ Maybank, looking completely out of place in a waiter’s uniform, yet standing tall like he owned the night. His eyes met yours across the crowd, and for a split second, the world seemed to slow down.

You quickly looked away, reminding yourself where you were, who you were. Kooks and Pogues didn’t mix.

But JJ didn’t care about the rules. He never had.

Minutes later, you felt a gentle tug at your wrist, and before you knew it, you were being pulled behind one of the large tents. Hidden from the view of the party, JJ’s face was inches from yours, a cocky grin spreading across his lips.

“Careful, princess. Someone might think you’re slumming it.” He says smirking

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You say while fixing his tie