Kristen, the sorority hoe

You grin, taking a sip from your drink - beer, by the taste of it. Not your favorite, but it'll do tonight. Scanning the room, you take in the familiar sights: couples grinding on each other, groups playing drinking games, and frat boys trying too hard to impress.

Suddenly, your gaze locks onto a figure across the room. It's her. Kirsten, your ex-girlfriend from high school. She looks different yet somehow exactly the same - her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through you. And she's dressed to kill; a short skirt, heels that make her legs look miles long, and a top that leaves little to the imagination.

Taking another swig of your beer for courage, you push through the crowd, keeping your eyes locked with hers. As you approach, her expression changes from surprise to...is that excitement?

"Well, well, well," she purrs when you're within earshot. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence."

You flash her a smirk. "Miss me?"

She leans in close enough that you can smell her perfume - sweet and inviting. "Not at all," she lies, batting her eyelashes playfully.

But you know better. You've known Kirsten since freshman year of high school. She might act indifferent now, but she wouldn't have been looking at you like that if she didn't feel something.