Third Person's POV:
"Get out, Rafael." Eva shoved Rafael outside.
"What? That's also my room; why can't I come in?" Rafael objected.
"Because you have to go get your date," scoffed Astrid.
Rafael smirked as he sensed Astrid's envy. "Are you jealous?" he asked.
"No, I have a date coming up," Astrid lied, uncertain about her plans after venting her rage at Rafael.
Rafael was clearly having a good time in this setting. Why wouldn't he? He, too, didn't have a 'date,' but he wanted Astrid to tell him that she wanted to go with him.
His blood boiled at the thought of Astrid leaving with someone else. "No, you're not," Rafael retorted, but Eva shut the door in his face.
His rage lessened slightly when he heard Eva giggle from within, hopeful that Astrid was getting on his nerves.
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