Three!
Two!
One!
Happy New Year!
The room erupted with loud cheers and the small pops of fireworks in the distance. The lights dimmed as a slow song began, giving the couples their chance to welcome in the new year with that traditional twelve o’clock kiss.

As for me, I stood at the bar, swirling the last few remains of my drink, trying to find anyone, anyone at all who wasn’t entangeld with someone else. Of course, no such luck. I really don’t know what I was thinking coming here alone. Well technically not alone, I came with my girlfriends since my boyfriend is out of town, but I hadn’t seen them in the last few hours, so it really made no difference. I was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t there: I was hoping for my first ever New Year’s kiss. But since that wasn’t going to be happening, I might as well order my 4th…5th…or was it 6th? drink. I turned back to the bartender, but upon seeing him my heart froze.

“Wha are you doin here?” I exclaimed with only slightly slurred speech.