you never thought you'd see the day, but here you are hand in hand with your biggest enemy, michael kaiser, under the golden lights of some overpriced event venue. the champagne’s flowing, the music’s obnoxious, and the guy you’re trying to piss off is standing across the room, jaw clenched like he’s seconds from exploding.

but somewhere between the slow dancing and the way his fingers slid around your waist like second nature, kaiser started laying it on a little too thick. seeing your cringed expression, he leans in a little closer, lips barely brushing your ear.

"what? we're supposed to look like we're into each other, right?"