Nate rushed into the classroom, breathing heavily. He had almost been late for class again. His walking commute had been interrupted, as per usual, by an outside element. This time it had been a cat meandering past carrying an entire unopened bag of beef jerky in its mouth. A normal person would have just shrugged at this moderately unusual sight, but Nate Thurston was the sort that had to drop everything and follow the cat to see where it was going with the treat. 

It had gotten away from him, unlike cats or particularly athletic humans, Nate was unable to scale walls. And there he was, fresh tear in his jeans and only a minute or two to spare from his fourth tardy slip. Leaning over his desk to catch his breath after his sprint to school, he spied the slip of paper that had been carefully placed there. Reading it over, Nate couldn't help but take a glance at Cara over there. Quiet girl, a bit mousy, a bit shy, maybe. Nate wondered what was with her sudden interest in having a party. 

He checked his watch. Still a couple minutes until final bell. With that in mind, he picked up the invite and walked over to Cara, doing his best to put up what he hoped would be interpreted as a friendly smile. "Hi, Cara," he said. "So what's this about?"