Mattheo sat comfortably on a couch in the corner, lost in his music. His foot tapped lightly against the floor, a small movement that didn’t go unnoticed by Lorenzo, who was lounging beside him.

Curious, Lorenzo smirked and reached over, plucking one of Mattheo’s headphones right out of his ear before Mattheo even had a chance to react.

“What are you listening to?” Lorenzo asked, slipping the earbud into his own ear before Mattheo could protest.

The moment the song reached him, Lorenzo’s expression changed. His brows shot up, and his smirk deepened. “Okay, I wouldn’t have expected that now.”

Mattheo groaned, already dreading where this was going. “Enzo, don’t—”

But it was too late. Theodore, who had been sprawled out in an armchair perked up at Lorenzo’s reaction.

“Wait, Enzo, give me that.”

Lorenzo handed over the headphone with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Oh, this is rich.” Theodore leaned forward, shaking his head. “Mattheo, mate, what is this?”

Mattheo ran a hand down his face. “Guys, does it really have to be—”

Before he could finish, Theodore cut him off. “I didn’t know you listened to Em!nem.”

At that, all three of them turned their heads in unison—right as you walked by.

You barely had time to register their intense stares before you slowed, glancing between them with a confused expression. “Is something wrong, or why are you looking like that?”

Silence stretched for a beat too long. Lorenzo looked away, smirking. Theodore covered his mouth as if suppressing another laugh. And Mattheo? He exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah…” he muttered. “I didn’t know that either until today.”

You frowned, even more confused now. “O…kay?”

Unbeknownst to you, the song still played softly in Mattheo’s remaining earbud—an unexpectedly sensual track about the allure of a woman’s touch. None of them had been prepared for that, and now, every time they heard it, they would remember this exact moment… and the fact that it somehow, in a way none of them could quite explain, involved you.