Ah. The natural wind down of the party. Frankie used to loathe this moment, but now? Well, not things were much, much different. He longed to just go to bed, and would be in bed early if he hadn’t mentioned to one of his sort-of-friend schoolmates that he would wait for him. But Frankie had the sinking feeling that the other fellow had left already and that he was now just wasting time.
And that’s when he saw her. Her. The girl from last Summer. Leda. There in front of him. Literally, right there, he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to. “L-Leda?” Was he seeing things? He wasn’t drunk, in fact, no alcohol had been in his system in months. Was this another dream?
He was confused. This wasn’t an unnatural state for him. He had forgotten where she had gone to school, her last name, all sorts of personal details. Because he had spent most of that Summer drunk. Both off of alcohol and the girl in front of him. He wasn’t sure what to say, he wished he hadn’t got her attention at all. “Well shit.”