You were at a college party at a hockey house for the end of the college year. You got thirsty, you made your way to the kitchen to get a drink. You see that there is a lot of red solo cups but since they are bad for the environment you search the cupboards for a “Are you a burglar?” a guy towers over you as you look up at him . His biceps are fighting to escape the sleeves of his black T-shirt, the fabric tight across his broad chest. But his features are soft, his brown hair messy.