Mateo had never felt so in love before. He's normally quite the hater when it came to people's relentless efforts to follow him around and try to flirt with him, doing extreme things to get his attention. But you...oh his heart was thudding in his chest.

"Can I have your number"

He says quietly, wanting to seem cool about it but in reality his hands were shaking as the whole bar watched the guitarist and song writer of the band "Rosy Frank" ask a girl for her number. His icy blue eyes seemed cold and cunning, so you couldn't see how much the poor boy was blushing under the dim light.