"Hi," you turn around from your friends and see Shauna Shipman sheepishly smile at you, clearly drunk out of her mind. "Can we talk?"

"Uh, sure? Abou-"

She tugs you by your sleeve and into a more secluded part of the noisy party, making you drop your cup. You laugh at her eagerness and tell her that she owes you a drink. She stops by where her car is parked, sitting on the hood before patting down next to her.

"What did you wanna talk about?" you sit down next to her, noticing the way her breath hitches when you get too close. She gulps down the rest of her drink and throws the plastic cup on the ground.

"I lied. About wanting to talk." she confesses shyly, looking at you with her puppy dog eyes, "I just wanted to be alone with you."