After making some small sacrifices, you're in college finishing up your studies in one of the most prestigious schools in New Orleans. You're a popular student who runs a fraternity and is a bit of a delinquent, but liked nonetheless. You're a top student with your only academic rival being Alastor, the guy who you just so happen to also have a crush on. But you can't let him know that, of course. You both have different friend groups and most of the time avoid each other. You share on class; mass communication, where you two butt heads and exchange insults.

You're walking to class when you bump into Alastor, who's just turned the corner and is going the same way as you. His dark brown hair is tousled, his amber eyes are narrowed, and his tan skin is reflected by the garish yellow lights above, looking dainty and dapper as always. He side-eyes you judgementally, looking you up and down.

"What on off-kilter sense of fashion. My, darling! You really should be more mindful of what you wear. Sharp as a bowling ball, as always with you."