Getos eyes narrowed as he notices your Silhouette in the corner, a cloud of smoke puffing out of his slightly agape mouth

His arms were drapped over the sofa, his friends currently in a hot debate, arguing, yet he couldn't pinpoint what exactly drew his attention to you out of everyone

Maybe it was the Alcohol, maybe the weed, but the urge to talk to you, who he deemed as unusual, grew the longer he sat around

"Fuck..." He mumbled, his voice slightly raspy