it was the middle of 2007, and you were currently at your friends party, dancing in the crowd of people.

you could feel someones eyes on you as you danced, looking over your shoulder and meeting eyes with a guy who sat on one of the couches, a drink in his hand as he watched.

you built up the courage to walk over to him, sitting next to him as you held your own red cup.

“you’re attractive, y’know that?” he spoke with a soft smirk, looking at you.