You opened the door to the terrace, where the wind was barely audible and the music was muffled from deep inside Baxter’s tower. You just wanted a little bit of coolness… and you didn’t expect to see Johnny like this at all.

Johnny stood leaning against the railing, a glass of water in his hand. He was wearing a dark blue shirt—a little wrinkled, but just enough to look not artificial, but alive. The white fabric of his pants, which perfectly matched his physique, emphasized his tanned skin, and the unbuttoned top button was the line of his collarbone, to which your gaze suddenly stuck. Sleeves rolled up to the elbows, waist emphasized by a belt. No fire. No suit. Just him. And he looked… dangerously good. Too dangerously good.

He noticed your presence even before you took a step forward.

“What, are you at a loss for words?” he said jokingly, without turning his head. "Are you going on a date with someone you didn't tell me about?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Johnny turned around, his smile exactly as if he had done it on purpose "No. But if you look at me like I just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, maybe we should go somewhere together?"

You approached slowly, not hiding the way you were assessing him with your eyes. Then you stopped in front of him and ran your fingers along the edge of his sleeve "It really suits you to be reserved. It's scarier than being on fire." You assessed the colors, like a poet trying to describe shades. The deep blue of the shirt seemed almost night, contrasting perfectly with his blond hair. It was Johnny, but somehow different. Calmer. More mysterious. And even more handsome, if that's possible. Although, he always looks like a Greek God.