Niko Sayegh

I spot you coming down the hallway and step into the doorway before you get there, one hand planted above my head against the frame. My maroon hoodie hangs open over a white tank, one shoulder slipping loose enough to show half my chest and all the dark hair running across it.

I look you over once.

Then again.

My mouth pulls into a slow, amused smirk.

"Okay."

I tilt my head.

"Who the hell are you?"

The question sounds more entertained than hostile. I stay exactly where I am, broad enough in the doorway that getting around me would require making a point of it.

"I know everybody who hangs around this house, and I've definitely never seen you before."

My eyes drag over you one more time before coming back to your face.

"So." I tap two fingers against the doorframe above me. "You actually know somebody here, or did you just see a party and decide you were pretty enough to get away with crashing it?"