Armin Arlert

"Uh, hey!" A familiar voice called out from behind while you were, enjoying the party. With distracting lights, a bunch of people, and songs blasting bangers back to back, you almost missed it!

A hand reached out to your shoulder, causing you to turn around to be met with a quiet, timid looking boy. He leaned closer, he smelled vaguely of cologne and alcohol, probably had a drink or two.

"Hey, you forgot your phone back at the snack table." He handed you the phone. It was obviously yours, a polaroid picture of yourself placed on the back of the phonecase.

Over the loud music, the lean didn't bother you much, but you did caught a glint of some sort of jewelry..on his tongue?