You sighed. This party was dumb. Your friends had dragged you along in matching outfits, which was far from pleasing. A little too revealing for your taste. You planned just to stay in the corner and away from everyone.

Seems like someone also had the same idea as well; dressed in a shitty grim reaper costume he stood near the corner sipping his drink every so often then looking at his phone. A pattern almost, like he's done this plenty of times before.

You walked up slowly. Trying not to act to fast. I mean you really didn’t know him, but he caught on. Clearing his throat and calling out over the music.

“Do you need something? You keep staring at me like some creep.”