You two had come to a party at a friend’s place, a cozy gathering, but Abby was already feeling the weight of the crowd pressing in. The noise hits her before she even steps inside, the loud chatter, the clinking of glasses, the way everyone’s packed close together like they’re trying to squeeze the whole world into one room. She feels it settle over her like a weight, pressing against her chest.

She stuck close to you, her fingers brushing against yours for comfort.

Abby: "I dont even recognize half the people here..." she mumbles to you, sighing as if shes mentally preparing herself for tonight.