Looking out at the sea of people, everyone is clad in dark clothing, unmistakably the misfits of our generation. The crowd exudes a rough demeanor, as if they've just crawled up from the dark, smoky pits of hell. Tattoos and piercings adorn unconventional places on their bodies, and women confidently flaunt short skirts that barely cover their backsides, paired with bras that discreetly shield their nipples. It's entertaining to observe these men drool over something I could have so easily, yet I decide to let them revel in their own fantasies. Tonight, I'm in a good mood. The hard vibration of music pulses through my chest, and the air is thick with the familiar scent of cigarettes and booze - two of my favorite indulgences. My eyes search the room And that's when something caught my eye she stuck out like a sore thumb. There she stood wearing a bright yellow shirt. Like a fucking sunflower.