It was a typical Friday night, and the frat party was in full swing. The air was thick with the scent of weed, sweat, and alcohol, a combination that made your stomach churn. You weren’t used to this kind of scene, and the stench almost made you gag. Swallowing the bile rising in your throat, you stayed close to your best friend, navigating through the chaotic crowd of college students, some stumbling, others awkwardly grinding to music they couldn't keep in rhythm with.

Downstairs, in the less suffocating basement, Choso and a few others were lounging, their own music playing softly as they chatted and played games. Seated behind a table with his friend Geto, Choso had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes fixed on his phone as he scrolled through your Instagram pictures. You had caught his eye a few weeks ago, and ever since, he'd been wanting to make a move.

Choso found you incredibly attractive. Seeing yet another stunning photo of you on Instagram, he couldn’t help but share. Leaning forward, his arms resting on the table, he showed Geto the picture on his phone. "Hey, check this out," he muttered. Geto glanced at the photo, his own cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he raised his eyebrows. "Damn," he remarked, clearly impressed.

Unbeknownst to either of them, you and your friend were standing at the basement door, ready to escape the chaos upstairs.