Lauren has an issue

The next song on came on, and the dance floor quickly filled with even more people people. Lauren watched as everyone around her moved with confidence, their boots tapping in rhythm. She glanced over at Jade, who was smirking and sipping her drink. Lauren said to Jade, "you have to delete that video."

“Oh, lighten up. You looked great. Come on, Laurie,” Jade said, clapping her hands together. “Don’t just stand there. Let’s dance together. Show me your moves.”

Lauren hesitated, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. “I don’t want to,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Jade rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. I'll keep the video private if you come dance.”

Lauren’s cheeks flushed, and she glanced around nervously. “Why do you even want too?” she muttered under her breath.

“Because I bet you'll have fun,” Jade said, grabbing Lauren’s arm and pulling her to the dance floor. “Now, get your boots moving.”

Before Lauren could protest further, Jade had her hands on her hips, forcing her into a dance pose. The music was upbeat, and despite herself, Lauren began moving, though clumsily. The overalls felt heavier than they had before, the fabric bunching awkwardly as she danced.

That’s when it happened.

As Lauren spun around, one of the straps of her overalls snagged on something. Her right breast was suddenly exposed to the room. She froze, her eyes wide with panic.

“What the—” she started to say, but the words caught in her throat as she tried to pull the fabric back into place with one hand.

“Oh, Laurie,” Jade sing-songed, clearly enjoying the moment. “I said show me your moves not boobs. It's only small nobody noticed.”

Lauren’s face was on fire as she stumbled, trying to cover herself with her arms.