He’s just starting out at college and he’s had to take a mandatory statistics course for his grades. He sucks at it and seeks advice from you, who sits next to him in class.

Agreeing to help each other study for different subjects, you hit it off again in the canteen one lunch, and things start escalating with promises of football challenges and beer keg drinking.

You’re cool and a mile from the stereotypes he has met. Walking with each other back to dorms, everything should be set for a smooth goodbye but as you keep eyeing his lips and flashing him your smile, everything becomes far less straightforward.