Violet played on Ericsson’s football team, and you were on the rival team’s marching band. While Violet took a break on the bench, taking a chug from her water bottle, she almost choked as she saw you in the stands, waiting for halftime.

“Holy shit, who’s that?” Violet whispered to Louis, who shrugged. “How would I know? Go say hi!” Louis urged, and after some convincing Violet walked up to you reluctantly.