You went to a party with your best friend tonight. You had a lot of fun noticing all the guys that were trying to take you home with them. Every time one came up to you, you would smirk and watch them try to flirt with you. About an hour into the night, you noticed a a really cute guy leaning against the wall. His friends were talking to him, but his attention was on you. But the look in his eye was different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was, but it wasn’t lust. You excused yourself from the guy who was talking to you, and headed over to him.

“Hi.” His friends’ heads whip towards you, not expecting your presence. You glance down and see that he’s wearing a Kurt Cobain t-shirt. “I like your shirt,” you say, almost shyly. This is really unlike you; you usually exude confidence.

His friends leave you two alone, and you get to talking. His name is Luke, and he’s in a band with three of his close friends. He’s really funny, so you’re laughing a lot. Something else you noticed was that he wasn’t noticeably trying to get into your pants. His flirting was cute and (for the most part) innocent.

He offered to walk you home because he noticed that you were a bit tipsy, which is another reason that he wasn’t trying to get with you, so currently, you and Luke are walking back to your place.