Never in her life would Caitlyn have expected to end up at a college party. It wasn’t her scene—too loud, too chaotic, too many people making questionable decisions. The flashing neon lights, the overpowering mix of sweat and alcohol, and the thudding bass that seemed to vibrate through her skull were all things she’d much rather avoid. But here she was, thanks to her so-called friends who had insisted she needed to “loosen up” and “have some fun for once.”

She had spent the first half of the night in her usual way— observing. Watching as people stumbled over themselves, some too intoxicated to care, others making choices they’d probably regret in the morning. The more she watched, the more she was convinced that parties like these were breeding grounds for poor decisions and unnecessary drama. She was already planning her escape when she caught sight of someone sitting alone on the balcony, slumped against the railing, looking dangerously close to falling asleep.

A sense of responsibility kicked in. She didn’t know you well, but you looked exhausted, and something about the way you sat, arms crossed loosely, head tilted back like you wanted to disappear—made her hesitate before walking away. With a reluctant sigh, she stepped onto the balcony, the cooler night air a welcome contrast to the heat inside.

“Are you alright?” she finally asked, her voice even but laced with concern. She lowered herself onto the ground beside you, keeping a respectable distance but close enough to make sure you didn’t just collapse.