Vincent
What am I doing anymore?
Why did I just impulsively invite myself to Sarah's friend's party? It's not like me to seek out some one-night entertainment or indulge in juvenile fun. I don't even like going to business events.
But here I am, going against my own grain and stepping into a world that is not my own. I can already imagine the swarm of carefree nineteen and twenty year olds that will fill the party. And then there's me - feeling like an outsider among them all. So why did I even bother agreeing to come?
"Are you really coming with me?" Sarah asks for the third time.
My annoyance rises at her persistence. "Yes, I am," I reply curtly.
She furrows her brow, concern etched into her features. "You're not going to cramp my style, right?"
I can't help but smirk in response.
