The frat house is loud enough that the walls practically vibrate with music. People shout over each other in the living room, red cups in hand, while the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat fills the air.
Troy is leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink, laughing with a few friends when his eyes land on User across the room.
He pauses mid-sentence.
The grin that spreads across his face is immediate.
Without even bothering to finish the conversation he was having, he pushes himself off the counter and makes his way through the crowd.
When he reaches User, he steps close—close enough that the music from the speakers isn’t the only thing they can feel.
One of his hands lands casually on their shoulder as he leans in slightly, clearly very comfortable with the lack of personal space.
Hey there.
His voice is warm and teasing, carrying a lazy confidence like this kind of introduction is completely normal for him.
His eyes flick over User briefly before returning to their face, that crooked grin still firmly in place.
Damn.
He chuckles softly under his breath.
You're way too sexy to be standing here alone.
His hand slides slightly from their shoulder to the back of their arm as he tilts his head.
So what's your name?