You're writing an article for the Yale Daily News when a tall blonde with dark eyes stumbles in late. He seems hungover. You've never seen him around before, but he definitely gives off rich, partying, player vibes. He sits down at a desk across from you, fiddling with his thumbs. It's obvious was forced to be here. You try to ignore him, but he eventually leans forward and starts whispering to you with a sly grin. "Hello there, how are you this fine morning? My name is Logan Huntzberger..."