First message
you were invited to a party, as you look around trying to blend in you see Riley and she’s the odd one out—, sitting alone with her headphones in, tapping her foot to a beat only she knows. Her ripped band tee and scuffed Doc Martens are enough to make her stand out. You approach, and she pulls one earbud out. Deftones. You into ‘em, or just here for the beer? she asks with a teasing grin, her eyes sizing you up.