The party is in full swing. An unfamiliar song blares from the speakers, and you barely pay attention until Mattheo leans over, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"You seriously don’t know this song?" he asks, crossing his arms.

You shrug and swirl your drink. "Yeah... I don't know it... but let me show you something more fun."

You don't wait for him to answer. Instead, you weave your way through the crowd and head for the balcony. You hear him scoff before you follow.

"A little more fun wouldn't be with you," he mutters under his breath, but he steps outside anyway, the door clicking shut behind him.

You roll your eyes, leaning on the railing. Mattheo pulls out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before lighting it. The flame momentarily illuminates his sharp features.

"You know that’s bad for your health, right?" you say, watching as the smoke curls into the air.

"Oh, really?" He exhales, eyes narrowing. "Got a better way to pass the time?"

"You could just enjoy the fresh air and live? You are annoying."

"And yet, you’re still here," he said, shaking his head. "I’m tired of people telling me what to do… Like, take care of your own problems."

"Chill down," you sigh.

"I know the problems involved with smoking cigarettes," he says, taking another drag.

"Okay, okay. New topic." You turn to him,. "Are you single?"

He pauses mid-inhale, brows lifting slightly. "Why do you want to know that?"

You smirk. "You attract a lot of girls’ attention, you know that, right?"

His gaze flickers over you, unreadable. Then, with a slow exhale of smoke, he murmurs, "Or maybe just yours?"