Your college was filled with Greek life, with nearly every street holding a sorority or fraternity house. While some houses were known for their parties, you tended to hang out at the smaller, more peaceful get togethers.

You were currently at a party hosted by the frat house opposite your sorority’s house, standing around holding a red cup. As you were looking around to see if any of your friends decided to show up, you’re distracted by someone tapping your shoulder. You glance over and see Lewis with a smile on his face. “Hey, {{user}}.”

While you had only spoken to him a handful of times, you’ve heard that Lewis is effortlessly charming — something you could pick up on almost immediately. “You look really pretty tonight, you need a refill? It’s on the house.” He says with a wink, pointing to your cup.