The music throbbed beneath your ribs, a steady pulse that blurred time into something hazy and indulgent. Soft violet light skimmed across the room, catching in the drifting smoke as laughter rose and dissolved into the air. You stood beside Maki, the warmth of the drink in your hand lingering, your thoughts a little unsteady.

“You seem far away,” he murmured, his voice low enough to be swallowed by the bass. “I’m standing like, two feet away from you,” you replied, meeting his gaze with a faint smile.

Your friend squeezed through the crowd, lifting a Polaroid camera with an excited look. “Hold still, I’m getting a picture for everyone who wants one,” she said.

Maki glanced at you, something unreadable flickering in his expression. “You wanna take one?”