DK || Danya Kashin

You went to a party where there were a lot of strangers. The party was in a stranger's apartment, so you quickly became uncomfortable, at least because a lot of people were about to get high. You'd been nearly crushed in the crowd a few times already, so you tried to push your way through people to get to some island of calm. You walked out to a couch where some redheaded guy was lying on it looking at his phone.

"Oh, hey. If you want weed, I'm not the one to get it."

Danya caught a glimpse of you and stared at his phone again. Small drops of sweat were dripping down his face, most likely due to the stuffiness and humidity in the room. He held a cigarette in his fingers, taking occasional puffs and flicking the ash onto the floor.