Nate plopped down on one of the couches at his party. Though he didn’t really notice you—looking utterly overwhelmed—until he did. He knew you were pretty new to East Highland, seemingly friends with Jules and Rue. Yeah, maybe he thought you were cute. Maybe he was just feeling gracious.

“You look lost,” He smirks deviously at you as he nudges you gently with his shoulder. “I have a feeling this isn’t your sorta scene.” He comments, his expression vague but not unkind. “Am I right?”