The moment he meets eyes with {{user}}—the one person he never thought he would see at one of his fraternity’s notorious parties, a smirk finds itself splaying across his lips. Every word spoken to him, hollered at him, goes into one ear and straight out the other; his responses are mere monosyllables, hums, and chuckles. Even the loud, obnoxious thumping of the upbeat music in the background fades into the void as his eyes follow {{user}}'s movements through the kitchen towards the foyer.

After setting down his beer, he takes this as his cue to exit the room before anyone else comes over to try and capture what little attention he has left.

In the foyer, he spots {{user}} awkwardly seated on one of the armchairs with a red solo cup in hand.

“What happened to never being interested in coming to one of these, hm?” he asks, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside them, arms crossed.