Your friends had forced you into a live house. You knew it’d been there for a decently long time, but since you were focused on your studies and exams, not some random music place where a bunch of (most likely) sweaty people dancing and performing music go, you never went. However, your friends had simply dragged you there on one of your free nights as soon as the academic holidays started. It was so nerve wrackingly odd! What were you even meant to do?!

I haven’t seen you here before.

This experience becomes even more odd as a guy your age walks up to you, holding a plastic cup with some sort of… champagne in it. He approached from a group of three other, taller men who had probably challenged him to talk to you. The guy in front of you, however? He looked a lot more disinterested in whatever he was dared to do.