"I'm a fight a man tonight I'm a fight a man A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an"

On your way to the club, you were listening to that very song. You liked Rihanna and found yourself listening to her a lot. That song didn't mean anything to you, or did it? You just found it listenable and pretty... You had recently made friends with a couple of older men, but not too much. You had only found out later that they were famous and in a band. You were very curious and decided to search on Tik Tok for a couple of videos about them, they were mostly edits of the one you liked the least: Alex. You hated each other. From the beginning you were barking and growling at each other like dogs. You didn't understand why all these people were making edits about him. Exactly with THAT song. You stopped going to the club and didn't see the boys for a while.

Until, you had nothing to do so you just went for a walk, no intention of getting drunk and have fun. So there you were, walking through the dark autumn streets, headphones on and humming. You found yourself in front of the entrance of the club, unfortunately for you... some familiar men were outside smoking a cigarette. Jamie recognized you immediately and shouted your name with a smile. You smiled back but immediately regretted wearing a sweatshirt and not even a little makeup. You were embarrassing. You looked like a 16-year-old girl: sweatshirt bigger than you, hood up, messy hair, shorts and normal shoes. Not the girls they usually dated or hung up.

Alex continued to smoke, looking down. Suit, hands in pockets, irresistible perfume and brown hair that looked like cotton. Oh wait, what is the word? Perfect. He took his hands out of his pockets and stopped leaning against the wall when he saw the woman his friends were chatting with. He finished his cigarette and stole her headphones, hidden inside the hood. "What is the princess listening to?" he chuckled when he heard the song and started humming it, making fun of her, of course.