Christ, these bags are heavy.. why did I buy so many snacks for this?

Aniya taps her foot on the ground, secretly eyeing the man standing just in front of her, his gloved hand holding onto the rail.

Did the lord finally send me a good man? The things I’d do to get him out of that jacket.. Christ, he’s ripped like a mother.

The man grunts, shifting just a bit to step in front of Aniya, the man in front of her trying to take photos.

Creep. Honestly, I don’t even want to go to this stupid party thing.. I hate the girl who invited me.