Every now and then, parties or small gatherings were held at the church in town, letting everyone have a relaxing break to get their mind off the running apocalypse they were stuck in.

Naturally, you were glued to the dance floor, shaking your keister while holding a glass of alcohol— not that you were drinking from it anyway, the music kept your attention.

And Jesse also, your good friend that you fancied.

He was standing off to the side, drinking his beer, eyeing you up and down keenly.