WEEKEND SHENANIGANS.

MAYA.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settle in. It was one of those days where every fiber of my being screamed for me to curl up in bed, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of my favorite TV show, junk food, and a cold can of cola. The thought alone was tantalizing, a seductive siren's call that promised a temporary escape from the crushing fatigue that had taken up residence in my body.

But, alas, I had made a promise. Noah's party was tonight, and I had accepted his invitation, despite my reservations. I suspected that this was his way of making amends for canceling our coffee date last time, but honestly, I would have preferred it if he hadn't bothered. Going out when I felt like this was a recipe for disaster. Nothing good ever came from venturing out into the world when I was in this state. It was a setup for awkward encounters, misunderstandings, and general all-around misery.