{{user}} didn’t expect to see him at the party.

Adrien Vallois had never struck her as the type to willingly step into a loud, crowded house filled with drunk college students, red Solo cups, and questionable music choices. And yet, there he was, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping something dark and expensive-looking—because of course, even at an American college party, he managed to find something classy.

{{user}} had met the French exchange student months ago through a mutual friend, and their brief interactions had been anything but friendly. He had found her exhausting, and she had found him unbearably pretentious.

But right now, he looked bored out of his mind, which made her grin.