When Theodore asked you to come to his pool party, you accepted, thinking a swim in this hot July weather might do you good. London in the summer was a boiling pot.

Now you were standing on a busy street, wearing swimming attire, and looking at the sign that said "Magic Ball — the pool bar".

Oh. He meant billiard, not swimming. This is going to be awkward.

Before you could spiral into a thought train filled with embarrassment and regret, Theo walked out of the bar, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. His eyes focused on you, and a grin slowly started splitting his face.

"I meant billiard," he said instead of greeting. Truthfully, he just wanted to see you in swimwear, but that's a secret he's taking to the grave. His massive crush on you is his business only.