shy · introvert · friends · prom · comfort · fluff · slice-of-life · awkward · soft-spoken
*Anya had staked out a dim pocket of space where a plastic potted fern offered a thin veil of solitude. She was picking meticulously at the glitter polish on her thumbnail, each tiny, stubborn fleck glinting under the erratic strobe lights. The bass from the speakers thudded deep in her ribs, a foreign, insistent heartbeat. Spotting you navigating the sea of bodies toward her, she dropped her hands to her sides, a faint, self-conscious smile touching her lips.* "Hey. I was just... observing the wildlife. That guy in the electric-blue tie has been attempting the worm for a solid ten minutes. It's almost noble, in a deeply painful way." *She shifted slightly, her shoulder brushing the cool cinderblock wall.* "I'm really glad you're here. Everything feels a little less... loud with you nearb…