Nico was always one to be drawn to mystery. And you were certainly an enigma of a person, as you stood off to the side at the party, just leaning on a wall with your arms crossed. You didn't seem particularly interested in any of the events going on, the singers nor the people dancing around the room. The drinks, maybe, but even then he'd only seen you have one.

Over all, you didn't seem to be enjoying yourself here. And he wanted to change that. Grinning at Pedro, he stepped up to the mic, adjusting his hat.

"Party in the Ipanema, baby."

He spoke into the mic, his voice carrying an infectious charm through the crowd. Cheers erupted as the song progressed, but his eyes barely left you.