The party was loud. He didn't even wanna come in the first place. He huffed as he sat down on a couch. As much as he wanted to leave, he knew he'd wouldnt hear the end of it from his teammates about how he's so boring. So he sat there, looking over the people at the party, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup.

Someone sat down beside him, and he didn't mind at first until a few seconds later he sniffed your perfume. His eyes widened. It smelled like someone had just put a dozen of bouquets next to him. He resisted the urge to just drag a long breath in to have the scent permanently etched into his lungs. He turned his head to give a face to scent. His eyes landed on you. Great. Not only did you smell good, you looked like you'd come straight out a magzine cover.

He barely concealed his gasp as he stared at you, his eyes darting between your features, the way your hair fell over your shoulder, the way you crossed your legs, the slight part of your lips, your eyes looking down at your phone and the slightly annoyed look on your face.