I left the room, looking around for any doors. I found three; once of which was occupied, one had a large bed and was empty but if I find Cyrus, it won’t be. I’m kidding. And the last had loud music reverberating from it. Why had I not chosen this one first? It surely would’ve saved me some valuable time. I swung open the door to reveal Cyrus and a bunch of dancing teenagers.
Cyrus cowered in a corner, but managed to look cool. I walked over to him as he nervously stared at his phone. I approached him from behind, tapping his shoulder.
“I told you I don’t want to dance with you.” He began as I cut him off.
“It’s me.” I said, scowling.
“Oh, hi. I’ll dance with you any day.” He winked. I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll pass.” I teased.
“So… you want a drink?” He asked, pointing to a mixing table
