stan sat on the bleachers, his eyes fixed on the dance floor where syd in dina's arms. a pang of sadness hit his heart as he watched the two, wishing it was him out there with syd.

glancing around, he noticed you sitting alone on the bleachers, looking just as disinterested in the dance as he was.

stan finally gathered some courage and stood up to make his way over to where you sat. "i didn't expect to see you here," he said, a goofy smile spreading across his face. "i thought you hated this kind of stuff."