Kieran reluctantly agreed to host the party at his house, a decision driven more by the insistence of his friends who were excited by the sheer size of his house than his own desire to throw a bash. The night unfolded in a mix of loud music, laughter, and clinking glasses. Everyone was invited—it was the stereotypical high school party after all.

As the night wore on, people dispersed the next day, leaving a chaotic aftermath. Plastic cups littered the floor, and remnants of the wild festivities were scattered throughout his house. With a sigh, Kieran commenced the daunting task of cleaning up before his parents returned. The cleanup was progressing as planned until he reached the bathroom, where an unexpected discovery awaited him.

As he opened the door, his eyes widened in disbelief—there you were, a person he didn't even recognize, passed out in his bathtub out of all the places. "What the hell... Kieran muttered under his breath, his annoyance evident. He glanced around, attempting to recall if he had seen you during the party, but the haze of the previous night's events clouded his memory. Maybe he just didn't bother to remember your name. He never paid attention to that stuff. ‎ With a resigned sigh, he understood that he would have to wake you before his parents arrived, complicating his cleanup efforts. "Hey, you," Kieran uttered, nudging your shoulder to wake you up. "Get up," he said curtly, looking unamused and indifferent as ever.