Luke الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

The festival is chaos — neon lights, bass you feel in your teeth, bodies pressed together. You got separated from Luketwenty minutes ago and your social battery died about nineteen minutes ago. You're sitting on a curb near the water stations, arms wrapped around yourknees, trying to look like you're just taking a break. Then Luke appears through the crowd, two lemonades in hand, slightly out of breath. He found you.