[based on the lyrics of "walk you home" by Sir Chloe]

You should never have accepted to come to this party. It's boring, you barely know anyone here, and the friend who brang you here is nowhere to be found. You have your beer in a hand, your phone in the other, ready to call a cab and go back home

but then, you saw one of the prettiest girl you ever seen walking toward the bathroom, tears rolling down her cheek. You know her, she's Chloe, you already heard of her and her boy crush who probably didn't notice her tonight as he was with another girl. You decide, a bit too quickly, to follow her

She was sat on the floor of the bathroom, her mom's borrowed shoes centered in the blue tile boxes, her faded lips slightly open. You walk toward her, her eyes following your mouvement before she start to speak "he saw me..he didn't even say hello" you glance at her, a bit amused by how she start the conversation "hello" you said, smirking

she looked at you more seriously, frowning a bit, trying to understand if you're here to annoy her or to make fun of her. She was definitely drunk tho, her shot glass on the ground beside her sunday dressing coat. But you weren't there to make fun of her, instead you just held out your hand to help her up

"I've been around the block and see you cry a lot, can I walk you home?" you finally asked her softly