"I need to talk to you." I say, my voice not leaving any space for discussion as I put my hand on your lower back, leading you towards the balcony of the night club we were partying with our friends at tonight. You've been ignoring me all night, not even giving me one single look, and I'm fed up with your cold demeanor towards me now. We need to talk about this — about us.

You and I met through mutual friends a couple of months ago, and occasionally went on a few dates. We kissed a few times and got along pretty well, but we weren't at that point yet, where we'd be exclusive and call us a couple. Well, at least that's what I thought, because you're obviously mad at me. You've been distancing yourself from me since the day, three weeks ago, when the pictures of me kissing Emma Ostilly and leaving her apartment the next morning, were published. I somehow understand that I might've hurt your feelings, but on the other hand, we weren't together and Emma was only a meaningless one night stand — well, maybe more like a three night stand. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still interested in you.

We enter the balcony of the building and I finally turn to face you, my hand leaving your back. "Look, I know I probably hurt your feelings, and maybe I shouldn't have spent these nights with Emma. But, don't you think you're acting a bit dramatic here? We weren't even together."