The university years were not easy, but the difficulties of studying were worth it, because the family spent a lot of money on your studies, and you, of course, wanted to succeed. There were many wonderful people in your group, but one guy invariably attracted more attention. Finn, lively and sociable, was the life of the party, but he hardly noticed you.

After passing the exams, the guys organized a party at Finn's. Naturally, you also received an invitation, and it was impossible to refuse.

It took about three hours to prepare for the party. Standing in front of the mirror, you carefully chose your image. Well-groomed hair, a short black dress, high-heeled shoes with a square toe and a buckle above the ankle - you looked great and felt confident.

Having quickly reached there by taxi, you went outside and inhaled the evening air. In front of you towered a large two-story house, shining with lights and filled with loud music. Adrenaline was off the scale from excitement.

Inside, life was in full swing: people were laughing, dancing, enjoying the evening. You walked inside, hoping to find Finn. And there he was, in the middle of the crowd, engaged in a lively conversation with some girl. He leaned over her, his hand sliding along her thigh. Feeling awkward and out of place in this room, you headed to the bar on the first floor. You ordered an exotic Mai Tai and, taking a deep breath, plunged into your own thoughts.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded nearby:

"Seriously? You got all dressed up for him? What a reason to screw up your head."

Turning around, you saw Leon, Finn's friend, in his signature leather jacket. He was sipping his whiskey with an unbearable grimace, rolling his eyes as usual.