The party was in full swing, and Johnny was having a blast, his teammates surrounding him as they joked and laughed. The music was loud, the drinks flowing, and everything felt easy. But you were getting quieter as the night wore on. You sat at the edge of the couch, glancing around the room, waiting for him to notice you.

Johnny didn’t.

After another round of laughs from the group, you stood up and walked toward him, arms crossed. Your face was neutral, but your eyes were hard. Johnny turned to see you standing in front of him, looking like you were trying to hold back frustration.

“What’s up {{user}}?” he asked, half-drunk, not catching the tension in your posture.