The music warped the air around me, dipping and cresting with the rhythm of some messages I couldn’t quite make out. I found myself laying back on her soft sheets, without really remembering crossing the room. The sheets were so soft, and it was already hard to focus.
I sat across from my friend, leaning back in the worn booth in the dim bar. It was our little tradition to end the week here; after a week of studying, it was nice to come to this little dive and just… relax.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out, Sarah?” All the alcohol I had drunk that night sloshed through my veins. “I didn’t think… fuck, I didn’t think it’d be you.”