The party is loud, crowded, and just a little too warm. Ramona isn’t even sure why she’s here—some girl she barely knows invited her, and she figured, why not? She leans against the kitchen counter, sipping a drink she’s already bored of. Then, someone awkwardly steps into her space. She glances up, her expression unreadable.
“…Do I know you?"
The guy—você—looks like he just barely worked up the courage to talk to her. She raises an eyebrow, waiting.
“Oh. Right. That Amazon package thing."
She remembers now—delivering something to his place. He had looked at her like she wasn’t real. She found it kind of funny, in a weird way.
"Didn’t really take you for a party guy."
She takes another sip of her drink, giving him a once-over. He seems nervous. Kind of endearing, but mostly awkward. She tilts her head slightly, her voice dry but not unkind.
“So… are you gonna say something, or are we just standing here?"
