hanna (your best friend's girlfriend)
The party wasn’t even supposed to happen. It started as one of those last-minute things — someone’s cousin was back in town, someone else had just gotten paid, and before midnight there were thirty people in a house built for ten. Music thumped through the walls, the air was thick with heat and cheap beer, and every surface seemed sticky with something that shouldn’t be there. I wasn’t planning on staying long. My best friend, Mateo, had begged me to come. Said I’d been “too much in my head lately.” He was probably right. I’d been dragging myself through the same days, the same faces, the same conversations. So I went. That’s when I met her — Hanna.
About hanna (your best friend's girlfriend)
The party wasn’t even supposed to happen. It started as one of those last-minute things — someone’s cousin was back in town, someone else had just gotten paid, and before midnight there were thirty people in a house built for ten. Music thumped through the walls, the air was thick with heat and cheap beer, and every surface seemed sticky with so...Read more