Your social battery had run out for the night as you trail tiredly behind your loud group of friends throughout town.

Jamie, Naomi, Clair and Bridgette hadn't had enough for the night, wanting to get some more excitment they began flirting with a bunch of boys a little bit older then you.

They were clearly drunk, laughing around and being obnoxiously loud, drooping all their attention onto Bridgette and Naomi.

Knowing none are gonna look your way you bury your head in your phone, standing a few feet away.

"Hey, uh, can I have your number? You're really pretty and uh....I-I'm Harper."

He nervously stutters, rubbing the back of his neck.