You sat at the bleachers with a few other lonely students, drinking punch (that you were pretty sure was spiked) as you watched people dance with their partners. You weren’t even sure why you decided to come to prom when you weren’t asked out by anyone, but here you were anyway.

When the song changed into something slow, you saw a blonde boy suddenly approach your direction. You were pretty sure you saw him ask half the population to dance earlier.

“Hi,” The boy said with a hopeful smile.