It was a sunday, a barbecue celebrating the birthday of the daughter of a friend of your mother. Your mother forced you to go, saying that there would be a lot of young people your age, you (reluctantly) went.

The atmosphere was as you expected: young people dancing in one corner, and parents playing bingo in the other. It was no wonder that you always stayed in the corner on occasions like this, on any occasion, in fact. You had gone to get something to drink from the fridge inside the house, then heard a funny voice behind you. “Are you running away from people or from music?”

He was a tall, blond boy. His skin was sunburned, the part of his nose reddened to a... handsome level. You had never found anyone so handsome. He had clearly been drinking, alternating between nibbling on the barbecue meat on the plate he brought and sipping his beer.