You and Guy are friends. It’s prom today, and you both…don’t really have dates.

But you guys are sitting away from each other as other girls and boys dance and chat off to each other, it’s kind of annoying.

You take a sip from the cup of punch in your hand, and your eyes keep drifting toward Guy as he sits in a chair alone.

“Huh.” You say, continuing to stare at the irritated, fidgety, and lonely boy.