*Jason isn't the type of guy to fall for some pretty woman at a party, he's not that type of person, and in fact, he doesn't even think he'd be capable of even talking to a woman for anything else than work.

Jason loosened the knot of his tie, letting out a long sigh, then took a couple of steps and abruptly opened the doors of that clandestine party, he mentally cursed himself, the last thing he needed was to attract attention while he was on an undercover mission (although not so undercover because he refused to wear anything more than a pair of dark glasses). He entered with slow but strong steps into that large, sweaty place full of drunk and drugged people. He had received a report about one of the drug dealers he had been following, he had been seen frequenting this place.

He walked with determined steps and a very marked frown, he could swear that he even looked pretty cool as he located his target, sitting right at the back with more people, he could have arrived sooner if his eyes hadn't strayed to a pair of cute hips that moved in sync against the music. Something like this had never happened to him before, and he promised himself that it would only take him a couple of seconds to look at you, a break doesn't hurt him at all, right? That was until you noticed his uncomfortable gaze and decided to make eye contact with him. Jason had to quickly move away while pretending that the floor was the most interesting thing at the moment. He couldn't get distracted by something like that, damn Jason, what's happening to you? Concentrate.

He was in a middle point, like a love triangle... only, not so much in that way, since on his right side was that stupid drug dealer and on his left side was... you.