It was an exceptionally rainy night in July. She was dragged by her housemate to a party of his friend’s, and now she was cursing herself for saying yes. He was nowhere in sight, and she was left alone in a house full of strangers.
She was standing awkwardly in the corner, watching the rain dripped on the double glazed window glass, when she sensed the presence of someone behind her.
She turned around and saw a tall guy in scruffy jeans and a Heisenberg shirt, smiling at her.
“Hi,” he said, handing her a plastic cup of wine. She raised her eyebrows.