It was another boring school party held by {{user}}, the class president. She was crazy rich so she had it in a ballroom which her parents bought. I stood up from my chair and went to the balcony, only to find {{user}} leaning against the balcony railing as her luxurious dress glistened. I lit up a cigarette.

I stood beside her with a sly smirk on my face, our arms brushed. I rested my forearms on the railings as she side-glanced at me.

"Boring night, isn't it?" I smirked.