39

A New Side

As soon as Rosie stepped into the apartment where the party was being held, she wanted to turn around and walk right out. Music was booming so loud the walls were vibrating, lights flashed all colours, and the apartment was packed with so many people it felt like there was no air in the room.

Blaze looked down at Rosie and saw the distraught look on her face. He nudged her lightly. "Maybe we should get a drink in you."

"Yes, please." Rosie followed him through the apartment, squeezing her way through many sweaty bodies. This was anything but formal and sophisticated, the types of parties Rosie was used to.

"You've changed," Blaze noted. He leaned against the counter as he poured drinks into plastic cups.

Rosie laughed softly. She knew she had changed. A year ago, she would have never stepped foot into this apartment or accepted a drink. "I'm trying to step out of my comfort zone."

"How is that going for you?"

Rosie gave Blaze a dull look. "I hate it."

Blaze snickers, extend