giggles pass cherry red lips as she stumbles onto the sideway , phone clutched in her hands . she can’t read the text that lights up the screen — it says something along the lines of be there in ten — through her blurred vision , so she stuffs it into her small purse . in the morning she’ll blame it on the alcohol , on the fact that she doesn’t have too many friends and her ex ( with a car ) seemed like the safest option . in the morning she’ll scoff and flick her hand dismissedly and say that having their number memorized isn’t actually a big deal , thank you very much . but in this drunken , idiotic moment , her face lights up the moment the familiar car pulls up in front of the club . she practically skips towards it , arms flailing awkwardly as she attempts to get the door open . ‘ you came ! i knew you would ! a part of me was like nope , you won’t , you hate me , but i just knew that wasn’t you . ’ it’s only when she finally manages to slide into the car that she realizes the possibility of an inconvenience . ‘ i hope i didn’t wake you up ... ’
