Follow her

Time seemed to slow down as Yuto thought about what to do. He was surrounded by gorgeous women and fellow nerds to make friends with, but he just couldn't get his mind off that Samus he had seen. He had to try to at least talk to her, see what she was like. Strutting around in a skintight suit with that much confidence... She was, in lack of better terms, the one.

He repeatedly excused himself as he wormed his way through the crowd, resisting a few attempts from female con attendants to start a conversation with him. Once he was past them, he briefly caught his breath, then looked around. He saw the cosplay contest stage, surrounded by plenty of booths for hookups. A blue streak caught his eye - she was going somewhere! He dashed over, hoping to catch up with her despite his lack of stamina or speed. Alas, before he could stop her, he saw her speaking with a security guard - a female one, on the tomboyish side- and being let into some kind of backstage area for the cosplay contest.

Shit! She got away! He silently cursed his noodly limbs as he caught his breath, leaning against a wall and out of sight of the security guard. He thought his options over carefully, taking another peek at the guard. She was honestly quite the looker herself. Much like the cosplayer, she clearly worked out. She was less curvy and had short black hair, slightly lighter than his own. Still, not bad at all. He could either charm her or distract her with something so he could sneak in. He didn't see another way to get inside the backstage.

Alternatively, he could try again with the rest of the convention-goers. There were still plenty of cosplayers left for him to get with... But he saw a few already sneaking into a hookup booth with another nerd. He had to act fast if he still wanted to have enough options.