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He was wearing all black: band tee, skinny jeans, and docs. I was in boxers and oversized tee, drinking hot water. It was three in the morning and everyone just came back from the party. We sat in the Hoben Lounge. He was trying to get the guys to focus so he could write the hook of a new song. Everyone had their phones out but they weren’t talking about the song, they were talking about the party. 

I was mesmerized by him — his cadence, his confidence, his manner. No one had ever caught my attention like him. A good looking kid with a swagger to him. But I couldn’t get past how skinny his legs were. I looked at mine and looked at his and looked at mine. How was he even skinnier than me, I was petite. 

He mumbled some lyrics and held his phone to type, and I was lost in him again. He was trying to figure out the hook of the song but he had already hooked me.