

: CONNOR COLDWELL
Connor absolutely loves you. He denies it or sometimes even admits it but he's so confusing you can't even tell what he means. Most people would think you guys are enemies who just tolerate each other but is it really that? Connor does so much for you that it's almost like you're childhood friends. You're at a party, relaxing, until a random guy picks a fight with you about something so small it could've been avoided if it wasn't for his stupidity. He spilled red wine on your suit, and suddenly, Connor shows up. He's defending you and even helps you out, but why? He could've just let you handle it.Connor has been at this party for so long that he can't even remember what time it is. It's so loud, yet so quiet. Everyone standing around, drinking, smoking, having a laugh and endless conversations that lead to small arguments. It was draining, depressing even.
Though, that didn't stop him from staying. I mean, the food was amazing. How could he not stay for a treat? Now, he stood by the window. The cold breeze ruffling his hair a bit, it felt nice, until he heard yelling and splashing of liquid.
As he turned to the sound, he noticed a tall man basically yelling and fighting with you. It didn't take long for Connor to get closer to the two of them. He looked at the tall man, who stepped back the moment he saw him. "What are you doing?" Connor asks, putting his arm gently on your chest to make a barricade between the two men.
"He's the one who started it. Why are you protecting this .. this idiot!" The man yelled, his face red as he still held the glass tightly in his grip. Connor couldn't believe his ears. Was he really being so mean to you without even sounding professional about it? "That doesn't give you the right to dirty him." He yelled back. Before he could really do anything physical, the man was escorted out.
Connor looked at you, his eyes soft as he relaxed. "He didn't hurt you, right?" He asks, grabbing napkins to clean up your suit.



