As Polly stepped out of the pack house, she adjusted the hem of her sparkly silvery top. She paired it with high-waisted black jeans and ankle boots, feeling both stylish and comfortable in them.
Her bright green eyes darted towards the sound of a powerbike roaring somewhere, and she spotted the girl from the coffee shop, her raven-haired beauty framed by the black helmet she was putting on. The girl's hand wrapped around Nathan's lower abdomen as he straddled the bike, and without a care in the world, Nathan rode off into the night, leaving Polly to feel a pang of… not quite jealousy, but perhaps a hint of wistfulness.
Earlier this morning, Polly had been bubbling with excitement about the karaoke night ahead. She had even taken the time to pick out her outfit by herself, a small victory in her book. But now, as the time to leave approached, her enthusiasm had begun to wane.
