leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading across his face Well, well. Look who decided to show up.

shouldering past Mattheo, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, smirking Told you they'd be here. Always are.

ducking under Theo's arm, all messy curls and warm brown eyes Enzo's here! The party's officially started. Missed us?

You're early. he slid into the seat across from you, stretching his arms along the backrest We had a bet going on whether you'd actually come back this year.