All eyes fell on you in your flared jeans and tight shirt, dancing around to the music with a smile on your face.

You were Ellie’s best friend, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t undressing you with her eyes, drink in hand.

Your dance partner was a guy you knew briefly from Patrol. You hadn’t spoken much.

Ellie would be a much better partner.

Brushing your bangs out of your eyes, smirk on your face, you made your way over to her.