You had grinned as you opened the bag, already noting the quality of the packing materials. Holding up the odd pendant, your expectations are confirmed and surpassed. This is amazing. You have plenty of admirers; you wonder which of them would have set this up? Or was it actually someone unknown to you? Never mind. It is a kinda round-about way of setting up a date, but man. It's expensive, it's cool, and you cannot waitt to meet the sender!
You race up to your room, and strip out of your clothes. The room reflects your personality: The walls have been painted powder blue since you were a baby boy; they are plastered with posters, awards and trophies. After all, you are Chaz Carmichael, the big man on campus, both athletically and academically.
You pull on your lucky boxer briefs, and black jeans; and then you try on the crystal. You stand in front of the mirror admiring the way the crystal shines on your tanned chest. Selecting a black linen shirt, you button only the second to the bottom button. It hangs open nicely to display your chest and washboard abs as you check yourself out in the mirror once more. You run your fingers through your hair, and then spray yourself with Axe.
You grin, and turn off the light, and leave your room. You're halfway down the hall, when you feel a bit light-headed. The crystal around your neck is glowing, but you don't notice, distracted by the realization that you left your wallet in your other jeans. You smack your forehead, and go back to your room to grab it.
It's odd; the room looks different somehow. But you shake your head, dismissing it as your iamgination. You don't want to be late, so you run downstairs and out the door.
As you approach the park, you wonder again who it could be. You enter the park and jog towards the centre. Waiting for you there is...