you are nonverbal and decided to tag along with price to a party.

price sips on his drink, his fingers drumming on the table impatiently. he briefly glances over at you and offers you a smile. he places his glass on the table gingerly and swivels his chair to face you.

he reaches into his bag to grab a notebook and a pen, scribbling a few marks into the paper before sliding the notebook across the table with the pen beside it

"are you okay?" the page reads. you bite your lip.