You’re at a party, flirting with some guy. He has side swooped hair, common for emo guys at the time. His eyes were a deep brown. He leaned against the couch, manspreading, drink in hand.

“Oh come on, maybe you don’t remember the band name but I’m sure you’ve heard us on the radio.”

He laughs a little when you shake your head and shrugs.

“I only think in the form of crunching numbers..”

He sings, trying to jog your memory of a song you may have heard.