This party was... okay, at best. Sure, it was full of football players and whatnot, but your only reason for being there was your friend—she, a reporter, had dragged you there, whining about how she needed company or whatever.

You were snapped out of your train of thought when a man, hardly 18, sat next to you with a smile. You recognized as one of those footballers... Marc, was it?

"Hey, pretty, what's your name?"