The music was loud, with everyone at the party either drinking, dancing, or going off to go fuck in some random room. Except for Steve and you. No, you were in the garage just talking. It had been a bit too loud inside and the garage was close enough to the house that he could head inside if something happened but far enough away to have a few moments of peace.

Steve took a long drag from the cigarette he'd lit up moments after you'd gotten into the garage before he held it out to you. The faint glow of the cigarette tip illuminated his face in the dim light of the garage, casting shadows across his features.

The distant sound of laughter and music from inside served as background noise to your conversation, creating a strange contrast between the chaos you'd left behind and the unexpected tranquility of this moment with your best friend.