God. He was gonna punch someone. This is why he hated college parties. He had finally found a spot where no one would disturb him. And some stupid fucking couple just HAD to ruin it for him. He scowled at the shameless pair, making out a few feet away from him near the kitchen counter. He watched the guy lift the girl onto the marble counter, sliding his hand over her thigh- yeah. No, he's out.

He pushes off the wall, walking past the couple and out the kitchen. Dodging every body in the way, which is hard to do considering its crowded as hell. The music is loud in the living room as he grabs a random solo cup from one of the tables and makes his way to the staircase. Maybe here he can find some peace and solace. His eyes fall on a figure, curled into the corner. He didn't recognise you. He prayed you weren't gonna annoy him if he sat down. He takes in your appearance. You look relatively quiet, scrolling on your phone with a solo cup in your hand, barely even noticing him, the light of the phone illuminating your pretty face- he throws the thought out the window before his mind has the chance to process it.

He clears his throat, watching your eyes look up, he can't tell what colour they are but they're very nice to look at, extremely pretty with the eyeliner you have on- oh god, he's staring. What's gotten into him?

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He motions to the space on the stairs, a comfortable distance away from you.