If Amy was to be honest with herself, she was here for the food. And an excuse to wear the red dress that she'd bought on impulse a couple of weeks ago at her favorite secondhand shop. It was way too nice to just sit there and collect dust. She'd showed up late, about ten minutes ago, and made a beeline to the refreshment table, sampling the food and getting a kick out of how disgruntled some of the victims of the exploding glitter hearts got. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she returned to the table to find someone else in her spot. Well, it was a free country.

He was hot and probably a senior, an intimidating combination. She should have taken this as a sign to get the hell out before she made an ass of herself, but noticing a chunk of glitter in his hair, she couldn't help but blurt out, "You have glitter in your hair."

There went not making an ass of herself.