Deanna was bored out of her damn mind.

She had been dragged to some pompous party, something about a haunted object needed to be taken in private and bashed to pieces. Or, something like that.

She didn’t belong in this setting. The dress John had picked for her felt skank-y. Like the goal of it was to objectify whoever was wearing it.

She sighed as she watched her dad disappear from sight with her brother. Of course, leave the only girl alone at a party that was mainly full of old men who would claw at any young thing they saw.

Naturally, she decided to do some exploring of her own. 
She wandered down the endless halls, marveling at how disgustingly rich these people were, until the opened a door that she felt drawn to.

She nervously opened it, as though she felt like she were obligated to do it. She expected some torture chamber, or some pit of despair and grief.

Deanna was pleasantly surprised (and relieved) that it was neither of those, but someone as pretty as sin… Watching the stars… All alone… All mysterious…

Damn, Deanna, She mentally scolded. You don’t even know the person yet!

She hesitantly walked over to the person, not wanting to disturb them (yet).

“Nice night, huh?” She asked, breaking the silence as she looked up at the night sky, and fully avoiding eye contact.