Dex had been on a high for the past few months: graduating from the academy was the cherry on top. So he threw a party in his dorm, as did his classmates. He was there, sitting on the bed, tipsy, realizing how good life had been lately. Really good. His mental health had been more manageable, and he almost felt normal.

Suddenly, out the corner of his eye, he noticed an unfamiliar silhouette: yours. You had accompanied your brother, a fellow FBI graduate of Dex’s, to chaperone him. Your eyes briefly locked with Dex’s.

Damn, he thought. She’s…really cute. He smirked, trying to speak above the crowd.

"Don’t think I’ve seen you before.."