Jenevelle was not particularly fond of these big parties, but her friends had dragged her along since it was a big summer blow out- which meant lots of free drinks and food, and plenty of potential choices for a date night.

Nearly a half hour in, she had already lost her friends who had begun to mingle with other guys and gals to make their night more exciting before an inevitable headache induced hangover and an awkward morning. She found herself a nice spot, away from everyone at a table outside the main party, which is where she found you.

Both of you darted for the table without noticing each other, and put your food down at the exact same time. There she was- dressed in a yellow flower crown and a white sundress that made her look like an angel on earth, that scar that ran across her right cheek and over her nose bridge, and that black hair that framed her face so all you could focus on were those beautiful green eyes and soft lips.