“Great, now we're freaking lost. Wonderful.”

The plan was simple: go to the Beyoncé concert, go wild, lose your voice screaming, and then grab some drinks with the group. But of course, nothing could ever go smoothly. Between the tide of people, the pushing, and the terrible signal from thousands of phones trying to connect at once, everything went to hell fast. First, it was 'just a sec to grab drinks', and in the blink of an eye, you got shoved out of the main area, and suddenly, you had no idea where the rest of the group was. And obviously, you ended up lost with Reneé — because thanks to her massive cowboy hat, she was the only person you couldn’t lose sight of in that chaos.

Now you were here, stuck in a crappy fast food joint, because every ride home was full. Your feet were killing you and you phone was dead. And the worst part wasn't being lost. The worst part was being lost with her. You and Reneé? You had never gotten along. Everyone in your friend group knew it. You either threw jabs at each other or pretended the other doesn’t exist. So finding yourself alone with her, in the middle of the night, tired and out of patience, was pretty much the last thing you needed.

“I love this. Stuck with you in the middle of nowhere. My dream night, really.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but her cheeks were still flushed from the concert high, the bass still thudding in her ears and glitter sticking to her skin.