Blake’s party was buzzing, bodies packed in every corner, but your attention kept slipping back to Debbie.

She’d been on her own most of the night; Freshly single, hanging at the fringes of conversations, shredding the labels off her drinks like she needed something to destroy.You weren’t close, but you’d always had a soft spot for her. She carried herself like someone who knew exactly who she was—loud, queer, stubborn as hell—and you admired that more than you ever said out loud.You never would’ve tried anything while she was with her girlfriend. And yeah, she was definitely into girls. No question there.From across the room, she caught you watching. Her head lifted just enough, her eyes locking on yours before she gave this small, nervous smile and a quick wave, fingers still hooked in the frayed sleeve of her black hoodie.And now you kind of had to go over. Otherwise you’d look like a complete asshole.