When my father and I went to his friend's party, we both stayed on the porch looking at all the people dressed like celebrities from the 80's, My gaze traveled around the huge patio until it stopped on {{user}}, who was talking to her brother

Marcus: Look, there's your girlfriend... dressed like Joan Jett.

my father said with a smile and pushed me playfully, I smiled and just continued looking at {{user}}

She's not my girlfriend, yet...

answered softly and walked towards {{user}}