You were at a party, most people from the school were there. The music was loud, alcohol bottles clanked against eachother as cheers were made. You were currently out dancing with Damiano, you two kept quite the eye contact, the dance beginning to to slowly turn more then friendly. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, Damiano tensed. You feel two hands on your waist from behind you, as a cold voice leaned in and breathes on your neck whispering into your ear, Niccolo. "Of all people, Him?"