No Time For Nostalgia
Mason stepped out of the restroom, running a hand through his dark hair, feeling the cool air of the hallway wash over him. The buzz of the party in the background was still faintly audible, but he found it a nice break from the busy crowd.
As Mason began walking back toward the main event, he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing just a few steps ahead, blocking his way.
Aubrey.
She stood there with a soft smile playing on her lips. Her light pink dress matched her soft features really well, hugged her frame just enough to turn heads, but Mason barely noticed. He was immune to her charm by now.
Aubrey shifted slightly, her hands clasped in front of her as if she'd been waiting for him. Her eyes, those familiar bright brown eyes, met his as she spoke, "Mason, hey…"
Mason met her gaze. He nodded once in acknowledgment, not feeling the need for more. "Aubrey."