trick or treat!! 😁
Because the universe seems to have decided that Valtteri’s day can always get worse, they run into Nico in the lift. Lewis ignores him completely, not even sparing a sideways glance, but Nico does a double take when he sees what Lewis is wearing and does not bother hiding the fact that he is taking him in head to toe. This does nothing to improve Valtteri’s mood; rather the opposite.
“You look good, Lewis,” Nico says in the end.
Lewis looks up from his phone, face expressionless. “Thanks,” he says curtly and goes back to scrolling Twitter.
“Fancy date?” This one is directed at both of them.
“No,” says Valtteri, irritated.
“Work dinner,” Lewis says after a moment without looking away from his phone.
“Work dinner?” Nico’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “Dressed like that?”
Lewis ignores him.
The lift bings to indicate their floor. They step off quietly, with Lewis ignoring Nico’s hasty “Bye!”
Lewis raises his hand to unlock his front door. The shoulder of his shirt slips; his skin shines pearlescent in the low light of the hallway. Valtteri’s control falters, anger spilling over.
“What the hell was that?” he snaps, and when Lewis does not respond, he shoves his shoulder. “Lewis!”
That makes him look up, his gaze even. “Let’s not do this in the hallway,” is all he says.
trick or treat!