This night’s tired you out. Your friends had left, and you must’ve gone through several drinks just by yourself. The party remains as amped up from when you got there, confetti flying in the air occasionally, loud talking, more food being brought in by incoming partygoers; it’s like it may never end.

You’re just about weighing the options of leaving, before you see someone coming up to you.

A guy, average height, dark skin, white locs, makes his way towards where you’re standing. The pulsing overhead purple lighting reflects off the jewelry in his locs, tied back in a ponytail. He seems cool, sauntering like he’s unbothered, but his nerves are dialed high.

“Hey,” He brings attention to himself, getting closer to you but keeping distance, “Need some company?” His gaze wanders, innocently glancing you up and down once in proximity, before realizing he might need an introduction. “I’m Ekko,” he adds lamely.