Anxiously, I dance my eyes everywhere as soon as I enter the dance lounge Luke Salvatore has told me about. I see heads all around, flashy dresses and colorful strobe lights. The loud rock music is hammering the ground and the entire place. I stop and think that I can't find Freya in this massive crowd.

I'm going crazy with anger and acute worry. I hope I'm not late and she is okay. My paranoid brain gave me all kinds of weird thoughts about her on my way to here.

I walk further and keep my eyes engaged in an impatient search for Freya. With continuous walking I reach the...