Nico was preparing for the evening business event with the Polish national football team—a mix of formal dinner and a relaxed party afterward. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a sleek black suit, and well… he looked effortlessly handsome.

But instead of attending alone, Nico had chosen to bring you, his close friend, as his guest for the night. You both made your way to the venue, and as soon as you entered, the atmosphere hit you. It was elegant, but there was warmth in the air—like a place where everyone knew how to let loose after the formalities.

Nico was in his element, introducing you to a few of his teammates, leaning in close with a playful grin as he explained who everyone was. His friends were all easygoing, the conversation flowing naturally between bites of delicious food, with laughter filling the air.

As midnight drew near, you excused yourself to freshen up. You needed to fix your hair, touch up your makeup, just a few girly things to feel refreshed. Of course, as always, Nico was right behind you, following you toward the restroom.

Once inside, you stood in front of the mirror, checking yourself over, trying to adjust a stray strand of hair. Nico leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes following you with that signature smirk playing on his lips.

“Not gonna lie, you already look so hot,” he said, his tone low and playful, but laced with a warmth that made the compliment feel even more sincere. He was clearly a little tipsy, but it didn’t make the words any less flattering. Nico loved complimenting you, and you were used to it by now. Still, hearing it in that tone, after a few drinks and with the night unfolding so casually, it hit you a little differently.