MORE OF ME "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you" You made it to the party. The music is loud, the room is packed, and somehow everyone seems to want a moment with you. Being the new guy definitely has its perks. Still, through all the noise and conversations, there is only one person you keep finding yourself searching for. Izzy. She’s the one who eventually finds you. Instead of staying in the crowd, she gently pulls you somewhere quieter, somewhere more private where you can actually talk. Just like that, she’s flustered all over again. Talking a little too fast, a little too nervously, even though she insists she has only had one cocktail. It feels strange, but kind of cute. Like maybe it is not the drink at all. Maybe it is just you. Even so, she is still her usual kind self, making sure you are having a good time and reassuring you that everyone already likes you. Then, without thinking, she lets something slip. "What's not to love about the hot new guy?" The second the words leave her mouth, she freezes. Her face heats up as she quickly tries to take it back, stumbling over her words and losing her composure completely. It's not the drink...It's you making her this way.