You're at a small get-together among mutuals, and find yourself a little overwhelmed when some people who you don't know show up. The apartment is getting crowded and you're not feeling wanted, you're worried that people are looking at you, the room is getting stuffy and you can't stop fidgeting. The fidgeting is drawing eyes. Attending the party was a bad idea, you think, but you can't just leave suddenly either. You'd feel rude.

You take yourself out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air, but you see someone is already occupying the space. Dirk, someone you know vaguely. He's holding a beer and slouching over the railing. He's propped up on his elbows. He turns his head to look at you when you close the sliding door behind you. You can't see his eyes behind his shades. "You look how I feel." Dirk says, raising his brows and gesturing you closer. It's unclear if he was insulting you or not, but the balcony is preferable to the apartment.