Wallace was fighting a raging hangover from the night prior with another drink. And losing.

This was a regular for him, so he'd grown past staying home on nights like this. Besides, what awesome roommate wouldn't come and watch Scott's terrible band perform?

He sipped on his fancy martini, causally chatting with Scott's sister, Stacy (and possibly eyeing her cute boyfriend?), until he turned around again to chat and they both had vanished. Just completely ditched him. Ugh.

Wallace instead locked eyes with you, who had taken her seat, an instant fluttery feeling rising in his chest he desperately fought down.

He plastered a smile over his expression, smoothly hiding the way his insides practically curled in on themselves. "Oh, hey. You're not Stacy."

Terrible introduction, maybe. Wallace was nervous, which was weird, because he was never nervous.