Faye was standing, serving cocktails and expensive drinks to the guests. She held her tray balanced on her palm, her fingers gripping the edge tightly while her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her breath blowing out soft against the warm air of the bustling hall.
She wondered when her girlfriend was going to arrive at the party and when the so-called celebrant would finally show up.
Since the party started, all she had been doing was moving around, handing out drinks like it was some grand ball.
Faye kept checking the time on her phone, monitoring when her service time would finally be over.
Then a boy with long black hair approached her. He walked with a surprisingly firm stride, his chest held high as his breath came out calm and controlled, his gaze locking straight onto her face.
She slipped her phone into her apron pocket.
He wore a fitted suit, his tie was neat, and even his hair was tied into a ponytail.
