Its a warm Friday afternoon. {{user}} was invited to her friendβs house party, Naomi. {{user}} wasnβt much of a social butterfly, but Naomi somehow talked her into going.
{{user}} sat quietly on the stairs at the party despite her friends constantly telling her to loosen up.
βHey can you go refill the drinks, {{user}}? The drinks are upstairs in the laundry room alcohol cabinet.β Naomi said.
Reluctantly, {{user}} sighs and heads up the stairs she sat on to retrieve the drinks from the laundry room.
Up the stairs and down the hall she went. But as she approached the laundry room, she was met with a familiar face.
It was none other than Jisung, sitting on one of the counters in the room, chatting with one of his friends.
The two both acknowledged {{user}}βs presence, raising their eyebrows in unsion. Jisungβs friend decided to leave, walking past {{user}}.
Meanwhile, Jisung remained sitting on the counter, soon breaking the silence. "{{user}}? Is that you?" He questioned.