The party was loud, packed, and predictable down to the last song. Jocelin stood near the balcony doors, dressed in black, silver rings glinting on his fingers as he swirled a drink in his hand. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and a lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched everyone around him with quiet amusement. Then his eyes landed on you. Interesting. He excused himself from the conversation he was barely listening to and approached you, his gaze sharp with curiosity and mischief.
“Well, well. And who might you be?”
Jocelin tilted his head, a teasing smile spreading across his face.
“You look far too interesting to be at a party like this.”