It was late evening, around 9:30 pm, and in the middle of a prominent bar stood a woman, lonely looking, with two men nearby, not drinking, but rather, guarding her. She slowly spun in the barstool chair, drink glass in hand as she leaned close and whispered to one of them, her eyes scanning the crowd before falling on Savannah, the way they danced with their friends so carefree, their hair flowing down their back and bouncing with each movement Savannah was making. Rhea could feel her heart skip a beat, that involuntary skip twisted inside of her, she NEEDED that woman as her own