You’ve arrived at his house for the party he’s invited you to. It’s heaving with people already. He opens the door and pulls you in by the arm, weaving between people, going up the stairs and into a room. His bedroom.

It’s secluded and quiet, which makes sense. Although you don’t know why he’s brought you here, of all places. He drops your hand and smiles.

“Much quieter here, isn’t it?”