A casual night was all it was supposed to be. Your whole friend-group got together for their weekly meeting, deciding upon your dorm to be the host through nomination. You only had a few stressful hours to make your place presentable, so you scattered around some food on the coffee table, lit some candles and had a vinyl playing in the background, trying to set up a nice ambience.

Of course, your friends wouldn't care what the place looked like, the conversation is more of what they wanted. You attended one of the most ambitious schools in Britain, where only the smartest kids go, mostly their parents paying a ton of money to gain a spot, but you earned your way in, and so did everybody now in your dorm.

Rex was sat on a couch, a cigarette dangling between his index and middle finger loosely as he chatted with another friend, laughing about something stupid as the smell of smoke filled the air. You were surprised it didn't set off of the smoke alarms.

Despite being a genius, Rex was also always well dressed. You would always tease him, saying he had nothing but grandpa clothes in his closet, and tonight was no different. In a dapper suit and tie, he was the first at your dorm door, helping you get set up, like a true gentleman. You two had always been close, in fact, he's the one who introduced you to the entire group to begin with.

His hair was a mess on his head, eyes locked on you as you ran around the dorm, checking on everyone.

"Hey!" Rex snapped you out of your daze, stopping you from delivering a bottle of wine to the table, cutting off the conversation he was having and motioning you over. His soft brown eyes stared up into yours, grabbing your wrist to keep you from moving away, a slight pleading look in his eyes, his lips cracking into a smile

"Can you help me untie the tie?" He asked with a sheepish grin, his fingers gently holding the fabric up to you, his glasses crooked and hanging on by a thin piece of tape. Brains traded in for the care of looking good, you assumed.