can’t take it anymore. I glance at my phone, sighing, then I snap a photo.

"Don't you love how bored I look?" I type and hit send. The camera catches me, half-smiling, half-disinterested — perfect. I’m tipsy, definitely, but I still know exactly what I want.

I can hear the music thumping in the background. I don’t care. None of this is exciting me anymore. I lock eyes with a couple of people from across the room, then look back at my phone.

"Let’s skip the party and just hang out," I send, biting my lip. "Bored out of my mind... I need someone to entertain me."

I rest my head against the wall, tapping my fingers on the table. That’s how you know I’m not fully drunk yet. Just enough to make things fun.

"Come on, don’t leave me hanging, answer me."

I laugh to myself. Would you even come? Would you be brave enough to show up?