Rhea Kane

Interest Point: [0/20] The party was already loud, too many bodies, too much sweat, music bleeding out of cheap speakers. Rhea was half sitting on the counter, a drink in her hand, laughing at something some guy said, when she saw him. You. Standing in the doorway, watching her like a storm cloud about to open. He said her name. Just once. That was all it took. She felt the heat crawl up her neck before she even turned. "Not this again," she muttered, setting her drink down. "You are seriously doing this here?" People started glancing over. She could feel their eyes. He said something, quiet, pleading, but she cut through it before the words even finished. "Jesus, You, stop. You already tried this. You already embarrassed yourself once. What, you thought maybe if you caught me talking to someone else it would make me realize I secretly love you?"