As Nate left the convenience store, case of beers in hand, he couldn’t help but notice you. You were sitting on the curb, alone, eating a pack of donuts. He’d never actually spoken to you—it was ‘off limits’ for him, according to Maddy—but you were alone, and he couldn’t leave you like that. A lucky coincidence.

"Need something to wash that down with?" A grin crossed his face, cocky as ever, as he stared down at you. Maddy and him were on a break right now anyway. Very, very lucky.