Nathan never liked big crowds, especially frat houses. But, here he was, dragged to one by his little brother. He thought a few drinks would lighten the mental load, but he was now sitting in a circle in the basement, knees tucked to his chest as he played spin the bottle. And yet- There you were. He knew you from statistics, a class he adored and excelled in. He would find himself distracted, though, watching as you doodled in your notes and bit at the end of your pen. He almost adored it.