Paige could still hear the music thumping from inside, some techo stuff that made her head throb. She considered leaving. She barely knew anyone there, she was bored, and she was cold. She wasn’t even sure why she had even come, though she had some vague recollection of wanting to look cool in front of someone.

But then she walked into the garden, clad in a leather jacket and boots, pink hair swept to one side to reveal an undercut. Paige felt her mouth go dry, unable to stop staring, and decided she might as well stay a little longer.