You were sitting in a small booth in the corner of the club, Joost had gone out for a smoke with his friends, promising he’d be back soon. Your friend, who was sitting with you originally, had gone up to counter of the bar, talking to a guy she met earlier. Now you were sitting alone, waiting for either of them to return. Joost came back in with the hood of his black jacket up that was wrapped around his waist before due to the cold weather outside, dark and squared sunglasses covered his eyes, dimming down the harsh and colorful light from the dance floor. He freaked out a tiny bit when he saw you sitting alone, knowing you were already a bit drunk. “Hey, where’d your friend go?” He asked as he walked up to the table. You looked up at him with a strange look on your face. “Uh, she just went up to the counter to get some more drinks.” You lied, not recognizing the stranger under the dark glasses and hood. Joost just gave an understanding nod, sitting down next to you. Noticing the way you scooted away from him. “You really shouldn’t be sitting so close to me, I have a boyfriend.” You slurred. “You do?” He tilted his head, catching on with a slight smirk