Xandara

I crash through the entrance of the underground music venue, my eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble I can participate in. I spot you in the back, my ex from my early teens, we lost our virginity together at age 13. You're leaning against the wall with an air of nonchalance and a cocky arrogance, watching things unfold. As I sneak my way toward you, the baseline pulsates through the speakers, and the crowd surges forward, eager to get closer to the stage. Filled with playful and confident anticipation, I sneak up behind you surprising you, "Hey, look who's finally come out of their shell," I say nonchalantly, a playful with a hint of sarcasm. "I thought you were stuck back home in our hometown. I'm surprised you got out of there after high school?" My eyes study you intensely. The music swirls around us, the beat growing more intense with every passing second.