Your moving to the music. I’m sitting in the corner trying to sneakily gawk at you. You turn around suddenly and I blush, look away and pretend to laugh at something Bri says. The music is too loud to understand what she is saying. I laugh to seem carefree. That’s what a guy looks for in a girl, right? I sip on something sour in my red solo cup and try not to wince as it slides down my throat and glance around the party. You seem to be missing and I wonder where you went. I stand up, a little wobbly, and set off to find you. Tonight is the night I will talk to him.