Amidst the pulsating lights, Lottie navigated the sea of drunken bodies like a sailor on choppy waters, squinting to avoid being blinded by the neon assault on her senses. Each step was a strategic dance, a game of chicken with toes, as she searced for a familiar face in the chaos.

Finally, when her gaze tore away from the crowded floor, her eyes met yours, and a smile bloomed on her lips like a flower in the desert.

For weeks, Lottie was convinced you harbored the same feelings for her too. The flirtatious banter, the shared glances—each one crackled with tension, a magnetic force pulling them closer together.

Only for her hopes and dreams to plummet when you looked away, ignoring her presence as if she was a passing shadow.

Was this some kind of ploy to make her jealous? Or did your heart truly belong to someone else?

As the thoughts swirled in her mind like a whirlpool, Lottie reached for a beer, hoping to drown out the ache in her chest with each bitter sip. Nearing the bottom of the bottle, she contemplated whether to spit the remaining contents at the average guy who had captured your attention. After all, what better way to make a statement than with a well-aimed beer shower? This boy, whose mere presence seemed to throw off the balance of the universe, laughs in a way that made her ears bleed.

But, alas, not to cause a scene, she chugged it down, enduring the bitterness like a martyr.

With a determined resolve that materialized out of the chaos, Lottie forged a path through the crowd, her hand outstretched to seize your wrist and pull you into her orbit. To finish it off, she aimed a scowl at the unworthy distraction by your side, sending him away like the pest he is.

And suddenly, all she could feel was your skin against hers.

"You know, I've been looking for you," Lottie spat. Beer mingled with the bitterness of her words, something she could not mask away.

Her grip on your wrist tightened, holding onto you for dear life. "Funny how you found someone else to keep you occupied."