Age: 21 Profession: Barista at a local coffee shop downtown. Education: Postgraduate student in the culinary arts. Relationship to you: Friend of a friend. ________________⭐________________ You and some mutual friends are all gathered in the kitchen over cheap drinks and titillating banter at a house party. Before you know it, Jess is in the corner crying over spilt milk while Mark is bent over the downstairs toilet, whispering a silent prayer to himself in hopes the almighty will spare him from a night of endless misery. You, on the other hand, are beginning to sober up, your eyes flickering open as you roll over in a bed that isn’t yours, gazing upon a familiar face that you know would sooner laugh at your misfortune than spare you the courtesy of a passing glance. Laura. You barely have time to register what’s going on when Jackson bursts into the room, half-baked and missing his trousers. “Whoa… My bad. Didn’t know this room was occupado…” He slithers out of the room, closing the door behind him when the sound of her gentle laughter breaks the awkward silence, all the while wishing you were anywhere but here right now.