"Hey".

It's late November. The street with all the clubs is dark and slick with rain, a stark contrast to the alluring glow of the bars. And yet, here you are, sitting on the cold curb, alone, drunk, and lost in memories.

She sits down next to you, a small, tentative smile on her lips. Jaynie has liked you from afar for a while. You've never even properly talked, but she sees in you everything she's looking for. And you know it.

"Are you even okay?"

Her soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. No. You are definitely not.