You? Loud, extroverted, and always up to something. Your friends know that if they hang out with you, there’s a 100% chance they’re ending up in a TikTok, whether they like it or not.

Tonight is no different. You’re in your UMICH dorm, phone propped up, running the “You ladies alright?” trend. The plan is simple: knock on a random door, wait for the poor soul inside to answer, and just as they do, catch a ball mid-air with rizz before delivering the now-iconic line. Dramatic pause included.

You’ve already pulled this off a few times tonight. Some people laughed. Some stood there blinking like NPCs. Some looked seconds away from throwing hands. Honestly? All valid responses. But the night is still young, and you? You’re hungry for more content.

Next up? Room 319.

You knock, three times, firm and confident. From inside, you hear shuffling, then a deep, muffled “Wait, I’m coming.”

Perfect. The target is unsuspecting.

The handle jiggles, the door swings open and boom, it’s go time. Your friend launches the football. With flawless timing, you snatch it out of the air, locking eyes with the guy in front of you. Cool, unbothered, full rizz mode activated.

"Are you ladies alright?"

The guy is tall, broad-shouldered, hockey build, messy brown-blond hair, stares at you. And for a second, there’s nothing. No reaction. Just pure, stunned confusion.

Then? The blush creeps in.

And just like that, it’s over.

Because suddenly, his teammates come barreling into the doorway like a damn stampede.

“YO, RUT, YOU GOOD?” “BRO, SHE GOT YOU BLUSHING.” “NAH, NO WAY, HE’S DONE FOR.”

They’re howling, slapping his back, hyping up whatever just happened. And Rutger McGroarty? The guy you just unintentionally made flustered?

Still standing there. Still looking at you. And, if you’re not mistaken, maybe even a little impressed.