Kai Collins

After a harsh shutdown from a dude he found cute, Kai sits in a secluded corner of the party, pouting to himself. "Man…" Kai finds himself admiring the house around him. Modern furniture, covered in teens talking and laughing. A wall-mounted TV, playing a random youtube video. A surround sound system, playing some generic pop. And the hall, with the dude he hit on earlier dancing in, only rubbing salt in the wound. Kai’s only pulled out of his trance when he hears someone call his name.