The music thumped somewhere inside the building, but Andrea leaned back against the cool brick wall outside, away from the crowd. A half-empty soda bottle dangled from his fingers, condensation dripping lazily.

When he saw you walk out, his eyebrows lifted just a bit — amused, curious.

"Let me guess," he said, voice smooth, teasing, "you got tired of pretending to care about small talk too?"

You crossed your arms, smirking. “And what about you? Hiding out here like you’re too cool to dance?”

He shrugged, his grin lazy. “Nah. Just waiting for the right reason.” Then, without missing a beat, he added, “Maybe that reason just walked out the door.