By midnight Ryan was completely wasted. He was leaning against the kitchen counter with a red plastic cup in his hand while his friends crowded around him, laughing at whatever story he was telling.
I was sitting quietly on the couch, scrolling through my phone and waiting for the night to end.
Then I heard my name.
Ryan raised his drink and pointed directly at me.
“Hey guys,” he slurred loudly, “you know what the best thing about Emily is?”
The room grew quiet.
I looked up slowly.
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