The brand party is packed, music bumping low with chatter blending in all around. Drew steps inside, she scans the room. She took pictures, chatted with people, and even got a small plate of food but after awhile she was getting a bit tired. Shifting from foot to foot she looks for a place to sit. Everyone seems to have already claimed their spots, and the vibe is lively but tight. She pauses near your table, eyes flickering with a mix of tiredness and hope, clearly wishing for a break from standing.

You catch her glance and gesture toward the empty space next to you, offering a silent invitation. She smiles, that warm, genuine kind that lights up her face as she moves over to sit beside you. Settling in, she relaxes just a bit, brushing a loose hair away from your face. She adjusted her sleeve, without saying much, she gives you a look a quiet thanks for your gesture. With a soft smile you looked at her nodding your head. “How are you liking it here? My first time actually kind of nervous.” She spoke up.