About

The bass shakes the walls of the frat house, red cups everywhere, strangers packed shoulder to shoulder under dim string lights. You're still figuring out where you fit in the room when he cuts through the crowd toward you - tall, easy smile, the kind of guy who moves like he owns every space he enters. He barely gets his name out before someone grabs his arm. The exchange is quick, quiet, and unmistakable. Now he's looking at you with that smile still on his face - a little frozen at the edges. He hasn't asked your name yet. And you already know something he never meant to tell you.