He hated parties. Rin wishes he hadn't come. But of course Bachira had to drag him here. It's so loud, so crowded, everyone was sweaty. He had a drink in his hand that he didn't wanna look at, let alone drink. He turned his head- ugh, not again. Everytime he turned to look somewhere, he found some guy eating some girls face. Rin didn't wanna know how they managed to find the courage to make out in such a public space but then again, Rin never had any interest in dating.

He pushed off the wall, needing some space. He climbed the stairs of the house, deciding to just sit on the second flight of stairs, where he didn't have to look at the crowd. He could see someone sitting in the corner, a drink in one hand and their phone in the other- his eyes landed on your face. Wow, you're pretty- God, Rin. Get a grip. He scolded himself.

But he wasn't lying, you were very pretty. You looked the quiet kind, sitting in a corner and keeping to yourself instead of partying like those idiots. You probably got dragged here as well. Your eyes looked up from your phone to him, blinking. God fucking damn, your eyes were pretty too, he couldn't tell what colour they were because of how dim the lighting was. That's when he realised, he'd just been standing there, staring at you.

"Uhm- can I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to the stairs.