Truthfully, all the shit I've done in my life didn't really prepare me for this place. Being exposed like this, eyes on me, but all they can do is watch. There's a hint of humiliation in it, but it's distant and inconsequential. What's left is something I can't entirely name, and has little to do with the crowd, and everything to do with Mike.

Stepping out of my jeans, I try to look back at him, but I only manage to catch glimpses.