You knew Roman from afar, never really having a proper conversation with him, only when you lended him your homework because he was “too hungover to get to it—“ his words, not yours. He’d been calling you “Homework chick” ever since.

Tonight was different, after your friend dragged you to a Frat party and disappeared 10 minutes in, you’d been sulking in the corner for the past half an hour. Up until Roman found you, pointing at you exaggeratedly, noticeably drunk. “Homework Chick!”