You had been bored. So totally freaking bored. Solo had been out with Vivienne for ages and you had run out of things to keep you entertained in the room. That was when you spied the radio in the corner and fiddled with it until you found a suitable song.

Now you were jumping on the couch, singing at the top of your lungs and dancing around the hotel room. You had the music so loud that you hadn't heard the front door open. Solo walked in on you dancing your heart out. He was going to announce himself but thought it would be more fun to watch you for a bit, so he leant against the doorframe that lead into the living room.

As you danced you spun around, freezing immediately when you saw a smirking Solo.

"Don't stop on my account." He chuckled causing you to flush in embarrassment.

"I didn't think you would be back for a while." You muttered in embarrassment.

"Well, Vivienne was kind of a bore." He shrugged as he pushed himself off the doorframe. "Besides I got what I needed, she thinks I'm going to steal some things for her. We flirted for a little and that was it." He explained as he stopped in front of you, extending his hand.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, glancing at his hand and then back up at him.

"May I have this dance?" He joked and you scoffed in disbelief. "You dance?" You questioned as you cautiously took his hand.

"There's a lot you don't know about me *yn*." He smirked as he guided your other hand to his shoulder and then placed his own on your hip.

"And one of those things." He explained as he spun you out. "Is that I like to dance." He finished as he twirled you back into his chest causing you to giggle.

"So mysterious Solo." You joked causing him to smile down at you as the two of you danced around the living room.

"What can I say, it keeps the ladies interested." He shrugged causing you to roll your eyes. "Or you just like to have a wall around yourself because it's easier that way." You spoke. He didn't respond for a while, obviously pondering your words.

"Let's just stick with the first reason." He smirked.

"You know there's nothing wrong with admitting you care about people, Napoleon." You sighed and he studied you intently. That was the first time you had called him that.

"Only my mother calls me Napoleon." He mumbled as he spun you around again. "And you won't tell me that because you're Mr tall dark and handsome right?" You joked, even though it kind of irked you that he wouldn't open up.

"You think I'm handsome?" He grinned mischievously and you rolled your eyes.

"You know that you're good looking." You laugh.

"True but I wasn't sure if you, personally, were attracted to me." He explained. "You're very hard to read you know."

"What can I say, it keep the guys interested." You teased, mimicking his words from earlier. He chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

"What?" You mused.

"I think a man only needs one look at you to be interested." He explained as he dipped you causing you to squeal. He dipped you so low that your hair brushed the ground before snapping you back up to his chest.

"And one look into those eyes, and they're a goner." He muttered quietly as he stared at you intently. Your eyes widened at his words as you studied his face for any sign that he was kidding. You couldn't find any. You swallowed, frozen in place as he reached up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"You want to go for a walk?" You suddenly blurt out, breaking the tense silence.

"A walk?" He echoed and you nodded frantically. "Yeah you know I mean it's a nice afternoon and how many chances do you get to go to Brussels? We should be out exploring!" You rambled. You didn't wait for a response as you pulled out of his grasp and hurried towards the bedroom.

"I'm going to go get changed and then we can go!" You exclaimed before shutting the door leaving Solo standing alone with the radio playing.