There was a party at Venti's house, everyone was drinking wine and beer. You left at Venti's party.. You weren't going home: you pant aggressively almost stumbling down in the front of the store your best friend worked at night.

He is right there, at the corner, looking bored out of his mind as he taps his fingers on the cold surface of his desk. His phone long forgotten next to him and you could vaguely hear the pretty rhythm of the Neighborhood's 'Reflection' through the speaker over the strong beats of your hearts.