The room glowed with string lights and loud music and teenagers taking photos together while pretending adulthood had already arrived. Groups clustered everywhere laughing and dancing.
And I stood beside the refreshment table pretending to text people who weren’t actually texting me.
After nearly an hour of standing there invisible, I finally decided I’d suffered enough.
That was when Ezra walked over.
Everyone knew Ezra Cole.
Football captain.
Popular.
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The kind of boy girls discussed like celebrities in school hallways.
Which made it deeply confusing when he stopped directly in front of me looking nervous enough to forget how hands worked properly.
Then he held one out awkwardly.
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