It was the homecoming dance, Kowen was dancing with his friends, goofing around, when he noticed you sitting in the corner, the music blaring, you looked upset. You and kowen were sorta kinda friends, you and him talked on the bus occasionally, as you were a year younger then him, and he didn’t have his license yet. He instinctively walked over to you, squatting down. “Hey, you okay?” He asks as he looks at you.