The lights are variegated flashes and the party is all he can hear. The soda is too sweet and the commotion has forced him into a corner where his eyes can go nowhere else but you.

His stomach kind of hurts and if he looks at you for too long he thinks he might cry.

He tongues the candy around his mouth uselessly. He remembers that it was sour the last time he tried it, but now it is only bitter.