, I looked around, but she was nowhere in sight. "Are yo

s guy from the party. "No," I stammered, trying t

ou sure?" he teased, his gaze unwavering. I managed to conjure a f

culiar situation by excusing myself. "I will use the restroom," I a

vents unfolding. Since turning 18, a persistent feeling that I didn't belong had haunted me. This inexpl

jolted me back to reality. I straightened myself and opened the door. To my surpri

anced around, secretly wishing for someone else's presence. "Don't worry, no one i

hend the situation. "What do you wan

casually, as if it were

med, incredulous at the

that stupid necklace of y

ing to grasp the significance of his w

so let's make it interesting. Ahh, you're frustrating. Think about it.

s." The surreal encounter left me grappling with the uncertainty of th