It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Dean. One night, a long time ago, you two had a fling.

Best night of your life.

Of course, you mentioned it to a close friend…maybe two. But…by now you were over him. Right?

Then he showed up on your doorstep. Saying something about being in town ‘on business’ you have people over, a housewarming party of sorts. You invite him in. Partly to be hospitable…partially hopeful. Maybe a little selfish.

He smiles that charming smile and walks past, he sneaks a bite from some of the charcuterie boards you have out. As he’s getting food, you freeze overhearing two of your friends conversing.

“Did you hear {{user}} call him Dean…?” One whispered, “No…why?” The other asks, “You don’t know about Dean?” She says with a smug smile

You suddenly regret ever telling anyone anything.

“The Dean. Best night of my life Dean?”

“No….Tell me—”

You ponder going over there, shutting them up, but Dean is right there, no doubt hearing everything they say.

“Oh my god so they had this crazy…semi-illegal…” She cuts off in a quiet gasp when Dean turns around seeing two people staring at him.

“Hi…” He says a bit awkwardly and recieves an obvious look up and down him, he isn’t sure what else to do other than just….walk away, Explore the rest of the house, hope {{user}} follows him…