The guests start arriving. Sometimes one by one, sometimes in groups of five of six.

"Hey, is John here yet?" Jessie asks.

"Oh, what? Did you actually speak to me?" I say sarcastically.

"What can I say? I want cake." We hug.

"Wait, John? Was he invited?"

"He's my plus one."

"Oh, um, okay then. I don't know..."

"Ooh, there he is!" She runs over to him. "Hey, glad you could come."

"Yeah, thanks for inviting me."