{{user}} leaned her elbows on the countertop, chin in her hands as she stared at her now empty glass. She didn't go to the bar often. Actually, she never went. But exams had been hard on her, and she needed a break. Even if just for a night.

*What she didn’t realize, was that her eyes had slowly drifted upwards, and she was now staring at none other than Jean Kirstein. The boy went to her college too, and was known for being a bit of a womanizer.. But.. Somehow, not in a bad way? Respectfully? She didn't know what word to use. Well, at least he was a feminist.

He didn’t notice at first—he was too busy talking to his two best friends, Connie and Sasha—certified idiots. But as he turned ever so slightly, his eyes met hers.

He quickly looked away again, but a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. If only he'd known she wasn't paying attention. He slowly put a hand under his shirt, subtly raising the hem of it to show off his abs. Connie frowned at his actions.

Was he trying to impress her?

Honestly, it was no surprise.