You were a freshman attending your first ever frat house party at Tulane University, right on New Year’s Eve. Since you didn't know many people, you decided to tag along with a couple of girls you had recently befriended.

The party was quite crowded and stuffy, with boisterous college kids dancing beneath a swarm of flashing lights and booming music. The intensity was so irrepressible, that it threatened to engulf you whole. Seeking a breather, you made your way to the kitchen area alone, hoping to pour yourself a drink and catch your breath in the pounding heat, for the sake of calming your jumble of nerves.

As you sipped from your red solo cup, watching the party people from against the wall, a face in the sea of movement caught your eye. Across the room, a blonde stood out, his gaze fixed onto you. Soon enough, you saw him casually slip between crowds, slowly but surely closing in on the kitchen - and you.