The transition into the crisp fall air is refreshing as we make our way down the frat's front steps. Despite the midnight time, partygoers flood the lawn, playing drinking games, chatting, and passing out. In the glow of the streetlights, I can see more of him. His eyes are deep green and his cheeks are dusted with freckles. He has a small frame but his arms are toned. I can already feel myself wanting more. As we reach the sidewalk, he faces me. "We can go to mine. If you want."

I smile, "Yeah, but could I get your name?"