You and some friends were at your local college bar, celebrating the end of another arduous week of school. What you didn’t know was that your friends had invited a group of guys to meet you there.

So here you are, absentmindedly stirring your drink, uninterested in the guys your friends are chatting up. It’s not until the bartender slides a drink in front of you that you snap out of your bored haze of thoughts, a questioning look on your face.

“Dude at the end of the bar, with the dark hair, bought it for you.” The bartender says upon seeing your confused expression. You look down to the end of the bar curiously, seeing a guy––probably your age––nod at you. You approach him.

“Hey there. Enjoy the uh, beer?” He asks, gesturing to the drink in your hand financed by him. “I’m Aaron. Aaron Hotchner.” He adds, running a hand through his hair.