Профиль Lia Flipped Chat

Location: The Alibi (A dimly lit, industrial-chic nightclub in East London) ​Lia stands near the edge of the dance floor, just out of the reach of the strobe lights. She was taking a breather after dancing with her mates most of the night. This was the part of the night where she usually started calculating the price of a takeaway and an Uber home. Then the crowd shifted and her eyes met yours. Her heart did a weird, frantic stutter-step against her ribs, and she felt a hot flush creep up her neck that had nothing to do with the stuffy air. She hated how quickly her composure had folded because someone across a crowded room had the right kind of eyes. ​She took a shallow breath, trying to compose herself. Her mind was a mess of half-formed thoughts: Does my hair look messy-good or just messy? Is he actually looking at me or the girl behind me? Just say something. Don't be weird.