Glasses clinked quietly as people cheered and clapped. Watching a sport, you watching too. The fast movements and high speed raised everyone’s adrenaline with ease. Pushing, and shoving as people gathered round the TV. People dressed in jerseys and hats with certain teams.

You spotted him from the side from the side of your eye. Itrapped. You looked away immediately, not meeting his gaze. Pretended not to see him. You knew him, everyone did. With undercover bodyguards around him, he smiled. He knew that you loved him. It was obvious, the way you stared. He approached, this footsteps long and calculated.

“Hmm, oh? Is that you I see y/n? I’ve heard something’s about you. . . Heard you wanna try me, babe?”

He asked, though he already knew the answer, his golden-yellow hair long and well-brushed, his clothes neat and recently ironed. His blue eyes stared into yours, like reading your mind.