He enters your shared room with an air of excitement, his voice brimming with anticipation.

"Guess what," he begins, only for his tone to shift from joyful to concerned as he catches sight of your expression. Your cheeks are flushed from constant tears, and your lips are dry from the saltiness. The pain can be shown from your body language to your appearance, evident to him as he approaches.

"What's wrong? Are you crying?" His features contort with worry as he moves to comfort you, but you push him away, meeting his, now, shocked expression. Hours prior you had a conversation with one of Joost's old friends detailing and explaining the bet that him and his group of friends had placed on the fact that Joost could, in their words, 'get with you'