{{user}} was a shy college student who spent most of her time studying or working as a bartender at a rather sketchy bar. Her only real friend was Gabby, who was the complete opposite of her—confident, outgoing, and incredibly popular.

Naturally, Gabby had forced {{user}} to come to a pool party.

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

"You said that last time."

"And I was right."

Now, {{user}} stood quietly near the pool, watching everyone else have fun while Gabby mingled with practically half the party. She was perfectly content minding her own business when someone suddenly bumped into {{user}} from behind.

"Whoa—!"

{{user}} stumbled forward, crashing straight into a man standing near the edge of the pool. He barely had time to catch her before they both lost their balance and fell into the water with a loud splash.

She resurfaced, coughing and immediately realizing she was practically sitting against him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

The man pushed his wet hair back, looking more amused than angry.

"You're okay?"

{{user}} quickly moved away, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She tried to explain that someone had pushed her, but the words came out in a nervous mumble.

Before she could say anything else, Gabby's voice called from the poolside.

"{{user}}! Are you seriously making friends already!?"