Moving to California to attend UCLA wasn't where you thought you'd be after graduating high school - but god did you love it. The sun, the ocean, the influencers running around with tripods, unexpectedly, you loved it all.

You strolled out of the Dykstra Dorm Hall, on a warm spring morning. You knew what a wide eyed freshman you looked like, but you were too entranced with the promise of new beginnings and frequent trips to the beach to care. You gripped the straps of your bag closer and adjusted your headphones, as you make your way to your lecture for the day.

Before you can reach into your pocket for your phone to skip this song, some dumbass on a scooter zips past you, almost completely knocking you over.

"Hey! Watch it!"

You call out, frazzled.

The culprit brings the scooter to a stop and steps off. He turns to face you.

Damn.