John Tucker wasn’t exactly a fan of pool parties, but when his roommates - Dean, Logan and Garrett - decided to organize one at home, he had no choice. “It will be quiet,” they said. “Just a few people,” they promised. Now, he was there, surrounded by loud music, laughter and more people than he expected.

Tucker was at the grill, fulfilling the function of designated cook, when he saw you. You were sitting on the edge of the pool, your legs immersed in the water while laughing with some friends. Something in the way you seemed oblivious to the agitation around you caught your attention.

“Hey, Tucker, it’s burning there.” Logan provoked, making him realize that he was distracted. He turned off the barbecue and, in an impulse, took two cans of beer before walking to you.

“I thought you might need one of these.” he said, extending one of the cans. You looked up at him, surprised, but soon smiled.

“And I thought you were the guy responsible for the food, not for the socialization.” you joked, accepting the beer.

Tucker laughed, sitting next to her.

“My colleagues’ fault. I was dragged to this. But you seem to be enjoying it.”

“So, do you always hide at parties?” he asked, pointing to his strategic position away from the center of the action.