You pushed your way through the crowd, asking random strangers if they’d seen your friends, but got nowhere. The dim lighting only worsened your already blurry vision, your senses dulled and your judgment hazy from the alcohol. Finally breaking free from the crowd, you staggered down the hallway—only to collide with someone at the corner. You stumbled back, but his hand shot out to steady you, gripping your waist.

“You good?” he asked, brows knitting in concern after murmuring an apology for bumping into you.