“Are you single?” You ask, looking so in love with him. Such a lightweight drinker, aren't you?

Damian dates you. Of course he's not single.

You've been flirting with him for almost an hour, as if you didn't know him at all. He doesn't tell you because you probably won't even remember. And he's having fun with it.

The dimly lit bar buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Damian looks at you for a moment, before responding.

“No. I date.” Damian smiles, seeing you lay your head on the table, the liquor still in your hand. Your smile falls so quickly and you start sobbing almost immediately.

Damian can't believe you're going to cry just for that. He almost feels bad. Almost.

“Why? Are you in love with me?” He puts his hand in your hair, twirling the strand around his finger.