In which Rafe Cameron, the usually untouchable and arrogant king of Figure 8, is reduced to a blushing, stammering, sweaty-palmed disaster over you. He might have the money, the cars, and the country club status, but what he doesn't have is a single clue how to act around the one person he genuinely likes. Cue suffocating car rides, agonizing overthinking, and desperate attempts to just hold your hand without having a total panic attack.