You’re at a party thrown by some people from school. It was the prom after-party.

Like any other sixteen year old, you’re looking down at your phone as you walk around the huge house, a drink in your hand when you then bump into someone.

You gasp and look up, the drink spilling over both you and the man you bumped into. With genuine sorry eyes, you look at him and grab some nearby napkins, trying to clean his shirt.

“Damn it, i’m so sorry.” {{user}} apologises.