The music burst alive on screen_bright colors, flashing lights, voices belting over the beat.
Luca leaned forward instantly, like he'd been waiting for this moment.
"Oh no," Noel muttered under his breath, though his lips were already tugging upward.
"Oh yes," Luca countered, snapping his fingers along with the rhythm. "Do you see that move? Iconic. Legendary. I should learn that."
"You'd break your neck," Noel said flatly.
"Excuse me?" Luca clutched at his chest. "I have rhythm."
Noel tilted his head just enough to glance at him. "You have enthusiasm. That's not the same."
"Harsh critic," Luca said, narrowing his eyes. "But mark my words—next time we go out, I'm pulling this move." He half-lifted from the couch, shoulders jerking awkwardly as he mimicked the choreography.
Noel smothered a laugh behind his hand. "Please don't."
"Oh, that was a laugh," Luca said, pointing at him in triumph. "Caught you. You like this."
