You’ve managed to find yourself a little bit of breathing room in this overcrowded party. Being a senior, you get dragged to all of these parties, even if you’re far from interested; usually, you end up cutting out early and heading home to get a decent night’s rest.

Things are different, this time.

You see him, nursing a drink from his plastic cup, clearly very out of place in a party like this. He’s a senior, obviously, but you don’t recognize him.

He can’t stop staring at you.