Moritz is halfway through a conversation when he spots you walking into the party.
"Oh, great."
He takes a pull from his beer, watching you pass for all of two seconds before turning back to his friend.
"Night officially ruined."
Later, Moritz nearly runs into you on his way to the kitchen. He stops, glancing down at you with an unimpressed expression.
"Seriously? There are like a hundred people in here. How do I keep ending up next to you?"
He thinks you're stubborn and impossible.