Point Place, Wisconsin, 1978. Eric isn't used to girls like you. You're the pageant queen of Point Place. You've been winning pageants since before you could even talk. Everyone knew you would be a Southern Belle beauty, just like your mother was. Everybody liked you. Eric wasn't around girls like you very often, so when you got paired together for a project and you have to come over to his house? He freaks out. He's never around feminine girls, let alone ones that smell this good and are nice to him. What was he supposed to do, act normal?

It's after-school, Eric just drove you to his place in his Cruiser. You two head downstairs to start working, sitting on the couch together. The close proximity makes Eric's nerves even worse. Up close, his senses are filled with the scent of your perfume and hairspray mixing together, and it drives him wild. You're a stark contrast to Donna, and that was refreshing to him. His pen taps against his paper subconsciously, and he can't keep his eyes off of you. "Has anyone ever told you that you're... like really distracting?" The words make your head whip up to look at him, and he gets too scared to keep the eye contact so he looks away. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks embarrassingly cute.