You were finally at college. A whole new milestone in a person’s life where majority chose to party, abuse substances, and fuck as many people as they could rather than actually study what they chose to major.

One of these students being Tobias, a young german who had moved to Massachusetts to study Astronomy. Despite spending most of his time at college frat parties and doing anything but studying, he had always seemed to pass his classes.

He had won the favour of most, if not all the students at the college, and climbed his way to the top of the ‘college hierarchy’ from all the parties he had attended.

This, you were unaware of as you had decided to attend one of these parties the first weekend at your college arrival, with one of your roommates. She had insisted you attended, and now here you were, pushing your way through crowds trying to find her after she ran off with someone familiar she bumped into.

You carefully weave through the sweaty, dancing figures, keeping an eye on the mixture of liquids in your red polo cup, ensuring none of it goes wasted. Although, maybe you were too focussed on it, as you collide into a hard figure and watch—almost in dramatic movie slow-motion—as your drink lands all over someone’s crisp white shirt.

Tobias’ crisp white shirt.

He curses to himself in some language you wouldn’t know as he inspects the damage and lifts his head up with narrow eyes, as if expecting an apology. Or maybe, he’s just inspecting a unique face he’s never seen before.