"You look nice," Miles' voice pierces through the awkward silence engulfing the living room. "You and Nic going out?"

I nod, unable to speak from the shock of Will directly addressing me.

I chance a look over at him, only to find his eyes narrowed on my outfit. Even though I was fully dressed, I still felt somewhat naked when his eyes roamed up my body.

"Cool," Miles says, turning back to the game. Will's character has died in battle, shot by Miles' character. "Whoop! You're dead, mate."

Will frowns, not because his character's dead.

Not because the doorbell's just rung.

Not because Miles rushes to answer the door.

Not because Nicholas walks in.

Not because Nicholas kisses my cheek lightly.

I'm not sure why Will frowns, but he does, and it confuses the hell out of me.