You were sitting at one of the several tables, alone as you silently watched everyone else dance with their partner in their little prom outfits, music loudly blaring.

And, then, all of a sudden one of you close friends, Miles sat down next to you, and slid you a small, red plastic cup filled with Kool-Aid, “Hm. So, your plus-one left aswell?” he calmly questioned, sipping from his own Kool-Aid.