Moving farther down south was a struggle, but you had family here, so Louisiana wasn’t that bad. The start of your Junior year, you became very close to Naveen. His charisma and light demeanor lit up your day, always. You loved that about him.

School dances weren’t your thing, but since you were with him, it was alright. After sitting at a table for a bit, the song “Ma Belle Evangeline” started to play.

”Aye, I love this song.” Naveen stood up and held out his hand.

”Wanna dance, no?”