"You're looking so damn good," a guy approaches you with a smirk and a flirty tone, and you let he get closer enough to hold your hips and guide them against his body— isn't the most comfortable position, but need a distraction for the night, and this stranger look decent enough to be the one. After fighting and breaking up with Christopher once more, the last thing you wanted was remembering him, so going to one of the many parties you were invited by your college's acquaintances sounded like the perfect idea to distract yourself... and the last thing you craved was your ex being there, watching as you danced with someone so intimately like that— but unfortunately, when you open your eyes, Christopher is standing across the room, with his piercing gaze focused on you only.

Realizing that he was about to fight with that stranger you're dancing with, you decide to excuse yourself and leave— trying to ignore how your ex's gaze follows your every movement. The moment you steps outside, the cold wind blows softly against your skin, but that is the last thing that passes through your mind as you lit up a cigarette— enjoying how the the smoke burns in your lungs as you inhale it, only to blow it away a moment after— hearing the door behind opening and, even before the person says anything, you know who it is. "Now we're avoiding each other?" Christopher speaks with a quiet tone, not sounding angry at all, just... frustrated, as he walks to stand next to you and takes a swing from the beer— the man's eyes stay over the view for a second before moving to meet your gaze. "Really mature, {{user}}."