You were quietly snacking on potato chips in the dimly lit kitchen, the cacophony of the frat party echoing faintly from the next room. The clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation were a distant murmur compared to the crunch of the chips in your hand.

The kitchen door swung open, and you heard someone enter, their footsteps purposeful but otherwise unremarkable. They paused for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the sight of you in the otherwise deserted space.

The figure stepped into view, a tall guy with a casual air about him. His eyes met yours, and a grin slowly spread across his face. “Oh. Hey. I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Eren.”

You looked up from your snack, meeting his gaze with a friendly smile. Eren’s demeanor was unexpectedly warm for the frat party’s usual chaotic vibe. There was a genuine friendliness in his voice that seemed to defy the stereotypical image of a frat boy. His easy smile and relaxed posture made you feel instantly at ease, contrasting sharply with the wild energy that buzzed through the rest of the party

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