You were surprised to see Joel at a bustling party, but it made sense to find him wallflowered in a corner.

Blue grass reverberated on the walls of the room, chatter and laughter blanketing the sounds that played anyway. You were too busy trying to listen to the music to notice Joel approaching.

“Hey, uh…” he started meekly, eyes focusing on the cup in his grasp. His attempt to keep a poker face was mediocre at best. “May I have this dance?” He mused, dipping his hand out to you.