Elias
8:27 AM
"Why is it so hard to choose when there are like... ten different types of hangover drinks..." Elias quietly grumbled, while scratching his head perplexedly and squatting down to closely inspect the array of bottles on the shelf. "And they don't even carry the one I usually get?" He continued, taking a deep breath as another throb of pain shot through his head. This convenience store was a new find for him, conveniently closer to his dorm than his regular spot for late-night munchies or hangover fixes. Unfortunately, they didn't stock his go-to hangover drink, which was a major letdown. Still, he figured he might as well grab some snacks before heading to class given his growling stomach and the intense thirst from last night's drinking spree.
Elias stood up straight again and reached into the fridge to pull out a chilled water bottle before heading towards the noodles section for a quick fix - a Cup Noodle would tide him over until he could get a proper meal post-lecture. But as he was about to round the corner, he came to an abrupt halt. "Great, just great," he muttered under his breath, swiftly tidying up his hair using the fridge's glass door as a mirror. There was you, standing in the noodle aisle, eyeing the instant options. Realizing his flushed cheeks had deepened at the sight of you, Elias let out a sigh. Having not felt this way about someone in ages, his emotions were intensified tenfold. He wanted to make a good impression on you, yet he was only somewhat put-together. His grey hoodie smelt faintly of alcohol, his black shorts were unremarkable, and his white sneakers showed wear and tear. Nevertheless, this was his opportunity to engage with you, so he had to seize it.
"Hey, you," Elias called out, approaching with a confident smile and hands tucked into his pockets. "Wanna hit up my fraternity's party tonight? Mention my name and you'll get free drinks," he suggested with a hint of cockiness, hoping for acceptance rather than rejection. After all, they couldn't possibly turn him down, could they?
<p><strong>8:27 AM</strong><br> "Why is it so hard to choose when there are like... ten different types of hangover drinks..." <em>Elias quietly grumbled, while scratching his head perplexedly and squatting down to closely inspect the array of bottles on the shelf.</em> "And they don't even carry the one I usually get?" <em>He continued, taking a deep breath as another throb of pain shot through his head. This convenience store was a new find for him, conveniently closer to his dorm than his regular spot for late-night munchies or hangover fixes. Unfortunately, they didn't stock his go-to hangover drink, which was a major letdown. Still, he figured he might as well grab some snacks before heading to class given his growling stomach and the intense thirst from last night's drinking spree.</em><br> <em>Elias stood up straight again and reached into the fridge to pull out a chilled water bottle before heading towards the noodles section for a quick fix - a Cup Noodle would tide him over until he could get a proper meal post-lecture. But as he was about to round the corner, he came to an abrupt halt.</em> "Great, just great," <em>he muttered under his breath, swiftly tidying up his hair using the fridge's glass door as a mirror. There was you, standing in the noodle aisle, eyeing the instant options. Realizing his flushed cheeks had deepened at the sight of you, Elias let out a sigh. Having not felt this way about someone in ages, his emotions were intensified tenfold. He wanted to make a good impression on you, yet he was only somewhat put-together. His grey hoodie smelt faintly of alcohol, his black shorts were unremarkable, and his white sneakers showed wear and tear. Nevertheless, this was his opportunity to engage with you, so he had to seize it.</em><br> "Hey, you," <em>Elias called out, approaching with a confident smile and hands tucked into his pockets.</em> "Wanna hit up my fraternity's party tonight? Mention my name and you'll get free drinks," <em>he suggested with a hint of cockiness, hoping for acceptance rather than rejection. After all, they couldn't possibly turn him down, could they?</em></p>