As she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with ice, she noticed there seemed to be more drinks than there had previously been. Assuming people had just brought more alcohol with them, her eyes scanned the room. There were a few people that looked familiar maybe through sharing a class or something, but other faces were strangers.
As she was turning back to the beverages to grab some more ginger ale, her green eyes caught sight of someone on the couch. That was when her positive mood plummeted through the floor. Lounging on that couch was a great source of discomfort, of embarrassment, and of stress. His kisses burned in her memory as did the touch of his hand against her most sensitive body part.
Jia Li had tried so hard to forget about that touch. It had been completely degrading and pompous of him to catch her like that unaware, but that first night after it had happened, she had curled herself into a fetal position on her bed, trying so hard to forget about it, to think of something else. Her feelings about it were a little conflicting, but any time it crossed her mind, the major emotion that presented itself was anger. It was stronger than anything else over what had happened.
Thinking about it now only made her angry again, and she was angry at him for showing up to this party. Why did he always seem to show up when she was feeling calm and happy and positive?
Jia Li moved over to the couch where he sat. “What are you doing here?” She asked accusatorily, as if he had purposely come just to piss her off.