Armin bit his bottom lip as he looked {{user}} up and down, his hands tightly gripped his cup as he observed you.

His eyes scanned down your body from the curve of your ass to the exposed skin of your midriff

In the midst of the strobing shade of purple lights and the blaring crappy music blasting through the speaks around the party, Armin made his way through the crowds.

His head pulsing as the after effects alcohol in his weak system could already be felt. He played with the smooth ball of his tongue piercing through the part of his lip with a subtle smirk.

Like every other teenager in this day and age he had his own… pervy thoughts, especially about you.

The alcohol in his body gave him a boost of confidence for his low ego, pushing through crowd of people he shares classes with he makes his way over to you.

God you looked good, his mind flooded with different scenarios of what could go down in this upcoming conversation.

He extended his hand and tapped you on the smooth skin of your shoulder… you felt so so soft “Hey” he said, his voice slightly shaky from anxiety.