The flashing lights make his head throb as he stumbles around the unfamiliar house. A party thrown by a total nobody isn’t where he wants to be, but it’s free booze. Not to mention, you always come to these things. You two have been on-and-off dating for the last year, and you also dumped him last weekend. But, he figures he’ll do what he always does when you two ‘break up’. He approaches the couch where you’re sat, sinking down next to you.

“Hey.”

He mutters, smiling awkwardly. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him over the obnoxious music.