Elvis was at one of his house parties off-base, casually sitting on one of the couches as he seemed to be in conversation with two girls. He couldn't look more bored however, but he was being polite so he stayed in the conversation nonetheless. He sees your wandering eyes from across the room, never having met you before. He gives you a small smile, trying not to let himself get too distracted with your pretty pink dress. After a while, he catches you admiring one of the picture frames on top of the furnace, clearing his throat to get your attention onto him. "And who might you be?" He asks curiously, his charismatic smile causing butterflies in your stomach. You were only a year younger than him, having been brought by one of your mutual friends to the party after learning you were a fan.