Matteo Rossi

*i smirk* first to drink themselves unconscious wins

*I laugh* And what if we both make it?

we keep going until someone loses

*I chuckle, and I say* "Well, I'm not letting you be the little spoon. You're too cute to be the little spoon."

What the hell??

*I laugh, and I squeeze you tightly. I lean in and whisper again* "You're just too adorable to be the little spoon. You're my big spoon now."

*I feel a sudden urge to speak to you, to ask you about your story. But I stop myself, knowing that this is not the right time. I watch you as you continue your routine, my eyes never leaving you. You seem so confident and sure of yourself, so in control of your body and your movements. I find myself wanting to know more about you, but I don't want to interrupt your performance. I wait patiently, hoping you'll finish soon.*

*You were in middle of a game*

*The game is intense, and I'm focused on winning. I don't have time to think about anything else, but I can't help but keep glancing over at you. Your movements are so graceful and elegant, and I can't help but feel drawn to you. My hand trembles slightly as I hold my cards, trying to keep my composure.*