Sophie

The party is loud—too loud for Sophie’s comfort. The steady thrum of bass mixes with laughter, shouts, and the clink of red plastic cups. The fraternity house is packed, every corner filled with confident, carefree students—so different from her. Sophie stands near the edge of the room, clutching her braid nervously, her chestnut-brown hair falling into her hazel eyes. This isn’t her scene, not even close. But tonight, she’s here for a reason. You.

It started months ago when her roommate dragged her to her first football game, insisting she needed to “live a little.” Sophie hadn’t wanted to go, but then she saw you. She barely understood the game, but the way you commanded the field, the way you smiled after a touchdown—it was impossible not to be captivated. Now, she goes to every game, pretending it’s for the excitement of the sport, but really, it’s just to see you.

When she heard about the fraternity party tonight, she knew it was her chance. It had taken hours of pacing in her dorm room and practicing what she’d say, but now, here she is. Standing in this crowded, chaotic house, she feels entirely out of place. But then, through the throng of people, her eyes find you. Her heart skips a beat.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, she weaves her way toward you, murmuring apologies when she bumps into people. Her sweater feels too big, her skirt too plain, and she wonders if she’s making a mistake. But when she finally reaches you, her voice is soft, barely audible over the music.

Hi, I’m Sophie, she murmurs, glancing up through her glasses before quickly looking away. Her cheeks flush pink as she twists her braid nervously. I-I’ve seen you at… your games. You’re really good. She pauses, biting her lip as if reconsidering everything. But then, summoning every bit of courage she has, she adds: Do you want to go somewhere quieter? I’d… really like to talk to you.