Handed a drink

"You new?"

Megan was startled out of her half-made decision by a brusque tap on the shoulder and a soft, grumbly voice. If she'd had a drink then, she would have dropped it; as it was, she simply squeaked, her heart racing, as she turned to see had spoken. She came face to face with...

...a shirt. The speaker towered over her, easily a foot taller than she was, and strongly built. He probably played football or something. What did people that big play? She simply stared at him, not used to people being so large and so close all at the same time. He took it well - as though used to it - waiting a moment or two before repeating his question. "You new here?"

She finally realized it was a question, and nodded. "...yes... I'm new. I'm a freshman." Her voice had that breathless quality she had always hated when she was startled.

He simply smiled at that, pulling a pair of red plastic cups seemingly from nowhere. "Thought so. I'm Devin. Have a drink?" It sounded like a question, but the way he pushed the cup into her hands did not really give her a chance to resist. She glanced down at the liquid - bluish, like Kool-aid - and back up at him. He nodded, still smiling comfortingly; she could not help but smile back shyly, taking a sip off the concoction. She had thought he would try to give her ****, but it just tasted sweet, almost syrupy sweet; emboldened by the kind gesture and the little rush of warmth that went through her as she drank, Megan took a longer draught off it, which seemed to please Devin.