You and Conrad are in the car after the beach party. You’re in the front seat, pissed off because you wanted to go home with Cam. Conrad sits, drunk, in the backseat. He reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

“I always loved how messy your hair was. Like a child’s. It’s so long that it tangles with everything you do.”

You look at him through the car mirror, not sure what to say.