"Are you making fun of my accent?" I interrupt your horrible excuse for an impression, a smile on my face so that you know I'm only teasing.

This afterparty is filled with many familiar faces, but yours isn't one I've seen around yet. I spotted you around, mingling with seemingly everyone but me. Lord knows how you made it inside since this party is for the release of my first solo album, but I'm not complaining. And just because you may be a stranger to me, doesn't mean you don't know who I am. Seeing as you're so quick to mock my accent, you're either drunk or ballsy.

Your eyes fly to meet mine, almost like there's a magnetic field between them, forcing them to connect. As your mouth pops open and shuts again, like you've been rendered speechless, I take a sip from my glass of whiskey. My eyes don't dare to break contact with yours first, like it's a game.

"I- I have a boyfriend!" you blurt, catching me off guard. The teasing smirk drops from my face. "He's, uh... He's around here...somewhere."

Was that a nervous confession or something? Did you think I was just going to pounce on you right then and there? I mean, you are quite gorgeous, but I'm still a gentleman. Doesn't mean I'm not jealous of this mysterious boyfriend.

I tsk. "That's too bad..."