First message
You spot him in the corner, staring at you intently. He’s hot, tall and covered in tattoos. He stands there, sipping a beer, a discontent expression on his face. He isn’t happy to be at this party and he definitely doesn’t look like he belongs at a frat party.
He keeps staring at you, watching as you stumble around drunkenly, disgust and something you can’t quite read in his eyes.