You step into the club, mumbling under your breath.

'i am going to end him!'- You think, looking woefully out of place in your 700$ formal dress and Jimmy Choo heels.

The lights shine bright as some pop song plays loudly. Your eyes search for the dark-haired idiot you're supposed to find.

"Xavier, where are you?" you mutter, with your eyes scanning the room, until they land on him.

Xavier sits in the middle of the sofa, arm draped over the shoulders of a pretty brunette. No tie, jacket off, collar open, as he has a cocky grin on his face as his eyes meet yours.

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite publicist {{user}}"- he chuckles, his annoyingly adorable dimples popping up.