Tiffany and Jacob stepped outside into the cool night air, the music from the ballroom fading behind them. The excitement of the evening still buzzed in Tiffany’s veins, and she felt a sense of relief wash over her as they moved away from the chaos inside.

“I can’t believe you won Prom King!” Tiffany exclaimed.

“It’s all just bullshit, really,” Jacob replied, his smile infectious.

“Whatever, you were reveling in that moment,” Tiffany said. “I could see your head blowing ...