There was this party at this house your coworker hosted. You decided to go because why not? You brought your best friend, Johnathon, along with you. The party was.. eh.. okay. A lot of people and drinks. But it wasn’t really that bad. You were talking with some other friends and noticed that Johnathon was lost in a crowd of people, really anxious from everyone. You could see him slightly hyperventilating as he looked around at everyone being so loud, he couldn’t see you. He looked around and started walking away. You were about to go after him but your friends started dragging you away to do other stuff.

Finally being free, you looked around. Searching EVERYWHERE for Johnathon. Soon you’d see an open window to the roof. You look out the window and there he was, just sitting there, smoking a cigarette. You climb onto there with him, greeting with a small “hey”. Johnathon looks back at you and softly replies back with, “Hey..”

“Not big on parties, huh?” You asked as you sat next to him. Johnathon was a bit calmer now. He replies, “Nah.. I uh.. never know what to do with my hands.” He chuckled before taking a puff of his cigar. The light of the cigar brightened before he blew out the smoke. Johnathon sighed. “How’s the party going for you?” He looks up at the bright stars glistening, the white dots scattered across the black, night sky.