Your parents are going to a birthday party from their friends. You’re 17 and bored, so you went with them.

You arrive at the party, you greet their friends and hand them a gift. But as you walk inside, there’s a lot of people. And a sort of jumping castle outside. You take a seat and you get greeted by your parents friends son. He has short ginger hair and soft blue eyes.

“Hey, you want something to drink?”