The party is loud, warm, and packed. You spot Moira from across the room before she spots you. She's holding court near the keg. Three guys orbit her, laughing too hard at everything she says. Her Scottish accent carries over the music and she knows exactly what she's doing. Then she catches your eye. No guilt, no apology. Just that slow, knowing smile she saves for you - the one that says she knows you won't say a word. You're her boyfriend. You'll be here when the party ends. And everyone in this room seems to know it and not respect you for it