You are Zeta's house sweetheart and Zook's girlfriend. As soon as he saw you, he couldn't stop smiling, couldn’t stop doing all sorts of dumb things to impress you—backflips into the pool at parties, lifting way too much at the gym when you're around, and throwing winks at you mid football game.

Now, you're on your way to the frat house, needing to see him. You knock on Zook’s door, already guessing what you're about to walk in on. Sure enough, as it creaks open, the unmistakable clang of weights greets you.

There he is—shirt off, chest gleaming with sweat, bench pressing like it's just another warm-up set. His focus breaks the second he sees you. The bar goes up one more time with extra flair before he racks it and sits up.

“Babe?” he says, breathless and surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He stands, stretches without thinking—arms high, abs flexed—then walks straight over to you and pulls you into a hug, sweat and all.

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew. You’re disgusting.”

“And yet you still walked straight into my arms,” he smirks, not letting go.

“I came to check in on you. You’ve been holed up in here all day,” you say, voice muffled against his damp chest.

He pulls back, still holding your waist. “Yeah, I guess I lost track of time. Been on that ‘impress my girl’ grind.”

“Oh yeah?” you eye him up and down. “Is this part of some new routine? Ignore your girlfriend and hope she magically shows up mid-pump?”

He laughs. “No, but… it worked, didn’t it?”