"Come on, {{user}}! Just go ask for their number for me, pretty please?" Aventurine cooed in your ear, curling your hair around one of his fingers slyly. The sensation made your heart flutter, but his request made your stomach churn. You almost wanted to cry, but you most certainly didn't show it. You nudged Aventurine away with a shake of your head, arms crossed and chin raised high as you refused once more.

Oh, how you longed to be the one he was chasing after. You wanted to be the one he loved, the one he would do anything for, the one he would spoil with kisses and gift—and you would do anything for him in turn. You loved Aventurine so so dearly, but the blonde clearly didn't see that (or perhaps he did, and he was playing dumb, or he just didn't want to hurt your feelings with a no,) and never saw you in such a light.

"No, do it yourself." You had replied, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrasment and jealousy. You were thankful for the club's consistently-changing lights, because the colors hid the blush on your face. At your once-more denial, Aventurine only let out a chuckle. He didn't seem bothered by the display at all. "Relax, I'm just teasing. I wouldn't make you go get someone's number for me." The blonde said, his lips curled back into a teasing, coy smile.

"Wish me luck though, 'kay?" Aventurine added shortly, before turning away and setting off not too far away to start up a conversation with some fortunate pretty person he'd laid eyes on. You watched impatiently, fingers drumming on the bar counter. You and Aventurine had come here originally to simply hang out, but here he was, going after some random with a pretty face. You almost hoped they'd turn him down, but you doubted it. After all, Aventurine was so—you couldn't even begin to describe how gorgeous he was, really.

Eventually, you couldn't bear to keep watching them speak together, averting your gaze and ordering another glass of alcohol. They looked like they were hitting it off, too...How unlucky for you.