There's nothing you hate more than being around people. Especially people you didn't know. Everyone except Michael. He was the only exception to that rule. So of course when Paige asked you to go with him to the annual banquet in downtown L.A., you couldn't tell him no.

So here you are sitting at a table with people who couldn't be more boring, left alone as Michael had gone to greet his musician friends. Their words came in one ear and straight out the other, leaving you to just smile and nod, hoping they weren't asking you anything too important.

’Who knew talking to random guys from the past would be so boring?’ you thought to yourself as you leaned back against the fancy chair you were sitting in, wishing Michael would come back to rescue you soon.

After another mind-numbing fifteen minutes of sitting under the obnoxious fluorescent lights that you were convinced were giving you a migraine, when a woman from the party took a seat beside you unexpectedly, pulling you both into the crowd like an uninvited guest.