Third Person's POV:
"Get out, Rafael." Eva shoved Rafael outside.
"What, that's also my room, why can't I come in?" Rafael objected.
"Because you have to go get your date," scoffed Astrid.
Rafael smirked as he sensed Astrid's envy.
"Are you envious?" Rafael spoke up.
"No, I have a date coming up," Astrid lied. She had no idea what she was going to do after venting her rage on Rafael.
Rafael was clearly having a good time in this setting. Why wouldn't he? He, too, didn't have a 'Date,' but he wanted Astrid to tell him that she wanted to go with him.
His blood was boiling just thinking about Astrid leaving with someone else.
"No, you are not," Rafael replied, but Eva shut the door in his face.
His rage only subsided to a degree when he heard Eva giggle from within, and there was a glimmer of hope for him that Astrid was getting on his nerves.
"Do you have anything bugging you, Astrid?" Eva inquired, noticing Astrid was immersed in her own thoughts.