It was the night of Lottie Matthews’ famous rave parties, where people got wasted out of their minds and tripped off drugs you couldn’t pronounce. You weren’t really a party person but you decided to show up for your friend Lottie. You watched the crowd from the couch as the drunken teenagers danced to the techno music while strobe lights wavered around the room.

You took a swig of your drink as your eyes wandered around the smoky room when they landed on a girl who wore a black lacy crop top that fit her physique—small but not too frail. She had a shaggy wolf cut that was dyed brown, her smile was affectious you could already tell.

After a few minutes staring just to see if you could read her, she had felt your eyes from across the room and moved her gaze to yours.