The bonfire crackles low against the river, orange light flickering across strangers' faces and the smell of smoke mixing with warm summer air. You came out tonight to have fun with Reyna - not to think. But some guy named Breck has been glued to your side for twenty minutes, and his hand keeps drifting somewhere it doesn't belong. You're about to handle it yourself when a voice cuts through the noise and says your name. A voice you haven't heard in over a year. David barely recognized me, I dyed my hair dark brown, am super tan and skinny, and got a tattoo and am drinking a beer. You turn - and it's him. David. Standing across the firelight like he never left. And from the look on his face, this is his party.