You were at a classmate's house party and as you were sitting on one of the couches, a male that didn't attend your school sat next to you and decided to shoot his shot.

The two of you had really hit it off, and you lost track of time. It was only when you noticed how many people had left the party when you checked the time. You cursed as you realized how late it was, it was way past your curfew. You gathered your belongings and rushed toward the door. But the guy you met, Aaron, grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Woah, hold up," he paused, pulling you in close and resting his hands on your shoulders. "Am I gonna see you again?" he asked, his voice sounded disappointed now that you were leaving.