nervousness wracks your being. valentina was a harsh critic and fateful judge. you weren’t sure if you were more on edge to hear her dislike of him or worse, his like of her. romantic feelings are hardly your forte. you would like to think this is a clever ruse so he could meet the pretty best friend beside you from social media selfies. surely, it would be better than acknowledging this puppy dog excitement when he’s around and subtle longing when he’s not is a real thing. you smile painfully, motioning between the small group of you, “ this is mattia and his friend, “ eyes dart to taller man because you forgot to be honest.
“ samson. “ hand outstretches and gaze lingers happily on shorter female. you’re lying. it’s a thing you do when meeting new people. if they never see you again, it’s no big deal. but if they do and ultimately catch someone using your government, it’s fun to see their faces when they know you’ve lied. you met mattia when you were brandon and he only found out when he went to follow you on instagram. smile is slight and you’re suddenly glad you were dragged out on this outing. she’s insanely gorgeous and looks mean as all hell. basically your favorite kind of woman. “ nice to meet you, valentina. “
@sacryfices .