She is invited—forced by her friends to attend a birthday party.

She only agreed because the party cenue was not in the actual frathouse. Still she knew she would regret it, but she didn't have much to do anyways— she also wants to shut them up.

She is sitting quietly, alone in the couch, not noticing a man taking a seat unusualy close to her,

"This is the first time I've seen this pretty face around." He smirks, "name, dove?"