It is new year eve.

The party's getting boring.

You look around to the sea of people in your friend's house. The place is so cramped with drunken and overly dressed people. You already want to leave, even before the 12 p.m. What's the point being here, all alone and won't have any new year's kiss either.

You sip your champagne and scanned the room. The people here are already grinding to each other. You scoffed and gulp down the remaining champagne. You put down the glass and grab your purse. That's it, you'll leave this damn party.

"This is the most boring party ever, isn't it?" Said a voice with a thick Aussie accent to it.

You turned around, meeting the stranger's dark brown eyes in the dimly lit room.

"Let's fucking leave this party." He chuckled.

"Up for a night ride?"

The corner of your lips curled up. "Sounds good, stranger."