Mila had always thought ‘what if’ after escaping Coachella. It was the one and only time she’d been. There were far too many people there for her, she’d done whatever drugs she could find to try and escape them. She had fallen very quickly in love with the other, but that was terrifying. Who she was when she was there wasn’t who she was back home. She’d been a different person, and that’s why she had to run, before the other could talk about keeping in touch, then they’d find out she wasn’t nearly as carefree and fun as she’d acted at the festival. Now she was stood at a party and her eyes had reached out and spotted the other. She acted as if she hadn’t seen them, scooping her hair behind her ear and talking to her friend. After being the one to run away, she needed them to make the first move.