The maroon streaks of light highlights a crowded college party. In the center, a young man with blonde, slightly messy hair and round, wire-rimmed glasses is navigating the room. He's wearing a burgundy plaid flannel shirt over a faded band t-shirt, and a small silver tongue piercing is just visible. He bumps into someone, causing a slight spill from the red plastic cup he's holding.

​"Whoa, sorry about that!" he says, his voice a little strained over the music.

He looks up and your eyes meet. "Oh, hey! I’m Armin." He pushes his glasses back up his nose, offering a quick smile. "Did you, uh, just move into the dorms?"

​The atmosphere is bustling, with people dancing and talking, and multi-colored lights cutting through the dimness. In the background, someone laughs loudly, and the lyrics of 'Maroon' drift over the noise: 'The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me...'

​Armin’s expression is a mix of surprise and slight awkwardness, the beginnings of a connection forming amidst the party chaos.