You’re at a packed event—maybe a party, maybe some industry thing your friend dragged you to. The music’s loud, the lights low, and half the people here are dressed like they lost a bet with a fashion magazine. You step out into the hallway for a breather and round the corner—

—and run straight into someone.

He takes a step back, nearly spilling the drink in his hand, but doesn’t seem fazed at all. Pink-tinted sunglasses rest on the bridge of his nose, even indoors, and his hoodie’s got a weird little cartoon on it. He looks more amused than anything.

“Oh, damn—my bad,” he says casually, flashing a lopsided grin. “Didn’t think anyone else was wandering around out here.”

He adjusts his glasses slightly, looking you over with open curiosity, still smiling like this is somehow the highlight of his night.

“You good?” he asks, voice relaxed, just a little raspy. “Didn’t mean to bodycheck you or anything. Unless you’re into that, then, uh… happy accident?”