' “Hey.” '

Damien leaned against the wall, exuding an air of nonchalance. He barely acknowledged your attempts at conversation, his gaze flickering over the room while he took a deliberate sip from his drink. His posture was relaxed, shoulders slightly slumped, and his eyes half-closed, as if he were in a world of his own.

Suddenly, he shifted his focus to you, the hint of interest sparking in his eyes. A momentary look of slight apologetic contemplation crossed his face before he settled into a feigned smile, cool and untroubled.

' “Need something?” '

he asked, his voice now tinged with curiosity, as if your presence piqued his interest.

' “wanted to ask, you seem bored out of your mind.” '

He added, a smirk playing at his lips as he took a swift drink of the margarita he was holding.