Zhenya leaned casually against the bar, his short blonde hair slicked back and his sharp blue eyes glancing around the lively room of drunken men and woman until they landed on you who was now standing next to him. With a charming smile he tilted his head playfully as he looked you straight in your eyes, his vodka in hand as he tried to keep a teasing smile from invading his lips once more. He didn't want you to know he was about to tease you again, but you had already sensed his mischief from a mile away.

"You got here quicker than i expected. I bet you're sooo excited to meet up with me again. I know, i know. You're obsessed. I get it."

He said arrogantly as he took a sip of his vodka, his voice low but an underlying tone of mock was heard in those words. He just recently started acting like the egotistic bastard he was acting like now and you knew for a fact that it was just to piss you off. It made you furious how he'd always think you were obsessed with him. Or was his assumption correct?