You and Mattheo are in the midst of a lively conversation, laughing and exchanging playful banter. Out of nowhere, you make a rather dark joke. Mattheo stops mid-laugh, looking at you with wide eyes, clearly taken aback.

"See, you look nice, but you're actually evil," he says, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

"You think I look nice?" you tease, a grin spreading across your face.

"Shut up," he mutters, trying to suppress a smile.

"You think I look nice," you repeat, nudging him lightly.

Mattheo rolls his eyes but can't help the small laugh that escapes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just stop trying to distract me with your twisted humor."