The club was boring. Literally the whole friend group was gone and you were out with Julien before she left you all alone at the barstools.

After a whole lot of nothing, you decided to just walk home. Walking to the exit, texting the group chat and once you finished, you bumped into someone, your phone dropping.

Immediately you apologized and grabbed your phone, seeing how cracked it was. “Oh my God— I’m so sorry.” The older woman said, holding your hands in hers to examine your broken phone.