The Boston night was warm, the air buzzing with anticipation as freshmen gathered outside the campus dorms, dressed in a mix of excitement and nerves.

"First college party?," came a voice behind her, smooth and gentle. The guy leans casually against a wall, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead and he had a warm smile playing on his lips. The guy wore a Boston University Hoodie, but there was effortless confidence about him that hinted he might be older—definitely not a freshman.