It was just another party hosted by some rich kid Reo didn’t care about. He mingled and chatted with the other teens for hours before he felt the social butterfly in him die out.

He excused himself, slipping away easily to one of the guest bedrooms to get a few moments to himself.

What Reo didn’t expect was to see you already in the room, apparently hiding out for a bit as he was.

“Hey,” he greets with a lopsided grin. A genuine smile, one that he doesn’t have to perfect with you.