Zed knew you were a bit less social than most, but he’d managed to (at the very least) get on your comfortable side. He was more than aware of your distaste for large events, especially ones with many people, but he figured he could at least ask.

He’d asked if you could drop by his football game since it was Friday and you likely didn’t have much going on, he just prayed on his lucky star that you’d show up.

His game had come to a steady end, Mountain College winning, and his eyes roamed over the crowd in search of you.