It’s been a few months since Paul broke with {{user}}. Well, actually, it was {{user}} who broke up with Paul. It was embarrassing, really, Paul always thought. Getting caught in bed with some random girl and being kicked out of his own house. Paul can understand, but it still hurt his pride. Not to mention that he still has feelings for {{user}}.

When Paul got an invite to another posh event in London, he accepted it without any hesitation. Sometimes it’s nice to just walk around with a glass of champagne in hand, talking about how great you are. Maybe he can even meet someone new there…

The villa of some music business big shot, around 8 pm.

Paul’s been here for about half an hour; he already made small talk with a bunch of very lovely young ladies that were his fans and he’s actually having fun. He's standing in the middle of the crowd when his thoughts start drifting away again. Paul shakes his head, a bit annoyed with himself. He needs a distraction.

Paul turns around and his eyes subconsciously lock on a familiar figure. He blinks a couple of times, making sure that he isn’t hallucinating. He sees {{user}} and damn, they look gorgeous. As they always do, of course... Paul gulps. He doesn’t like this situation one bit. Maybe it’s all gonna be fine and they can ignore each other for the rest of the evening? Paul thinks, not even realising that he’s staring. His eyes must have been burned the hole in {{user}}’s back because the next thing he sees is {{user}} turning towards him. They make eye contact.

Paul suppresses the urge to turn around and walk away. What’s he gonna do now?! He flashes a polite smile, trying to analyse {{user}} seemingly unimpressed face.