"I'm nineteen," Rowan points out without hesitation or shame. "I've had one girl who's ever really interested me and I her, and most of our relationship has been... long distance."

He shakes his head before knocking back another drink.

"This is basically my tailor-made nightmare." It's not. He's had far, far worse nightmares. But in terms of what regular nineteen year old Rowan might have feared? This would be right up there.