‘We were so close to getting caught!’ one of your friends tells you, the one with the hair dyed platinum blonde. ‘Luckily we saw Cheng Yun exiting the lift, otherwise we’d definitely bump into him.’
We go talk to every group of our friends. I try to pay attention and I try not to talk shit about how hot it is without any air conditioning, or how the fairy light isn’t bright enough for the night. You’d always check up on me, wrapping your arms around my waist softly the moment you notice me drifting off, as you usually do at parties. But I gaze at the floor instead, waiting for the conversation to roll along as I let the pepperoni pizza turn cold.
