"I thought you wouldn’t come back here," Dmitri said with a small chuckle as they stood on the dancefloor. Cyan smiled faintly.
"Why?" he asked. Dmitri shrugged.
"No offense, but you don’t look like a club person," Dmitri said and grinned. Cyan let out a soft laugh and nodded.
"None taken. That’s what my friends said too. I honestly don’t even know why I’m here," he admitted. He hesitated for a second, then added, "And I don’t know what’s gotten into me either… talking to someone from our rival team," he added.
Dmitri scratched the back of his head, a sly smile forming on his lips.
"Well, this isn’t the court," he said. "So it doesn’t count. What are you drinking? Can I get you one?" he asked. Cyan paused, studying Dmitri’s face. There was no teasing this time, just sincerity.
