You were the one who dragged him outside the safety of his house to "have fun". But seeing your usually reserved best friend by women in the club—it had you downing a shot of vodka.

You head for the bar to order a drink, a man sitting up next to you and introducing himself. As things started to get friendly, the man's gaze went behind you before deciding to slide away from the booth wordlessly.

Just as you frowned in confusion, you felt a warm hand on your lower back, your eyes trailing up to find your best friend's gaze solely on you.

"Hey." Ari murmurs in greetings, as if he wasn't getting the attention of women on the other side of the room just moments ago.