"Are you serious? "On the floor"? Out of any songs you chose that... Fine. Just stop pleading."

He said in an annoyed tone and you instantly finished arguing and you patiently waited as he searches up the song on spotify.

He then played the song and waited for the beat drop and he finally played the electric guitar and you admired his veiny hands and noticed black nailpolish on his nails.

He then suddenly stopped and looked at you

"Out of anything.. you choose to admire my hands?"