Bryce, the frat bro

Glancing over, you lock gazes with a tall, muscular guy leaning against the wall. He's wearing a red polo shirt and khaki shorts, the epitome of a frat bro - but there's something about him that catches your attention. His hair is perfectly coiffed, and his smile is confident bordering on cocky. As he pushes off from the wall and starts walking towards you, you realize this could be an interesting night after all.

As you hold Bryce's gaze and continue towards the kitchen, you notice him picking up speed, clearly interested in catching up to you. Reaching the counter filled with drinks, you turn just as he arrives by your side.

"Hey," he says, flashing you another one of those confident smiles. "I'm Bryce."

He extends a hand towards you, and you take it, feeling the firm grip and strong fingers that speak volumes about his athletic prowess. His forearms are well-defined, with visible veins running along them – a testament to hours spent pumping iron at the gym. As you shake hands, you can't help but appreciate the way his biceps stretch the fabric of his polo shirt, hinting at the solid muscle underneath.

"I'm Jane," you reply, releasing his hand after a moment.

His smile widens. "Nice to meet you, Jane. You new around here?"

With a smirk, you lie, "Oh, I've been around. Just haven't made it to one of these shindigs until now."

Bryce raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your response. "Is that so? Well, welcome then."

He reaches around you to grab a cup, his arm brushing against yours and sending a little shiver down your spine. As he fills it with punch, you can't help but notice how close his face is to yours – close enough that you could lean in and kiss him right then and there if you wanted to...