((Song is in the description. Please read the introduction before reading this ending!))
Don't do love, don't do friends, I'm only after success. Don't need a relationship. I'll never soften my grip
It was now that you really started to feel bad about your situation. You had always loved to dance to this song, and now you had no one to do it with.
You swayed to the music and hummed, tuning out your surroundings. This was why you didn't notice a certain female walking your way, or tapping her foot in impatience when you wouldn't respond to her.
Don't want cash, don't want card. Want it fast, want it hard. Don't need money, don't need fame, I just want to make a change
Eventually, you snapped out of your gaze and turned your attention to the girl in front of you.
Ugh you do
"Hey, (Y/N)," she said, stretching out each syllable. "Where's your date?"
You begrudgingly told her your story, afraid she would make fun of you. However, her response was different than you expected.