The early morning was calm and silent. You had decided to sleep at your best friend's house, something you did often. However, that night seemed different. While you were in the kitchen, with a glass of water in your hand, wearing your short pajamas – which consisted of a tank top and shorts – you didn't expect the calm to be interrupted.

You were distracted looking out the window when you heard a soft sound behind you. Turning around, you came face to face with Michael, your friend's older brother. He was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only sweatpants, his disheveled hair indicating that he had probably just woken up – or maybe he hadn't even slept yet.

"I didn't know we had such... well-dressed guests coming to the kitchen in the middle of the night." The teasing tone was there, and his gaze roaming over you was obvious.

"I just came to drink water, Michael. Don't start." You tried to sound firm, but you felt the heat rise to your face.

"I'm not starting anything, I'm just commenting. – He took a step forward, standing just inches away from you. His intense gaze seemed to pin you in place.

“Why do you always do this?” You asked, trying to look away, but to no avail. “Always flirting with everyone, acting like no one means anything to you.”

He was silent for a moment, his usual smile softening slightly. Then, he rested a hand on the counter, leaning slightly closer.

“Maybe because I haven’t found someone who means anything to me yet.”