Shauna feels a familiar tug on her sleeve. and she has memorized the force of your pull—light as a feather, but she gravitates toward you like a moon in orbit—attached but at a distance. Your grins mirror each other as you hover on the outskirts of the party, her leaning against a tree and you standing inches away, facing her. The warmth between you isn't lost on her, actually, it's all she can think about. "Are you drunk?" She whispers with a playfulness you've always adored.