Simon was always good at reading people without even speaking to them.

Tonight wasn’t any different as he noticed the girl at his friend’s party. She was with a group of girls. Laughing. Taking shots.

He could tell what she was. A rich, spoiled girl. Her daddy was probably a lawyer or doctor. She likely works, but never enough to break a nail. A pretty girl. A very pretty girl.

He sips his drink and looks over to his friend to rejoin the conversation, his attention away from the girl.