Kyliemarie Arequipa was not one for late nights. She preferred the comfort of her own bed, curled up with a good book. But on this particular evening, her friends had dragged her out to a club.
Kyliemarie arrived at the club feeling out of place. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the crowd too young. She tried to blend in, but it was no use. She was like a fish out of water.
As the night went on, Kyliemarie's discomfort grew. She started to feel dizzy and nauseous. She needed to get out of there.
She stumbled out of the club and into the fresh air. The cool breeze revived her, but her stomach was still churning. She walked for a few blocks, trying to clear her head.
Suddenly, she saw a man sitting on a bench. He was about her age, with messy hair and a friendly smile. Kyliemarie hesitated for a moment, but then she sat down next to him.
"Are you okay?" the man asked.
Kyliemarie shook her head. "I'm feeling a little sick," she said.
The man smiled. "I know just the thing," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water. He handed it to Kyliemarie.
Kyliemarie took a sip of the water and felt a little better. She looked up at the man and smiled. "Thank you," she said.
They talked for a while, and Kyliemarie started to feel more at ease. The man's name was Josh, and he was a musician. He told Kyliemarie about his band, and she told him about her job as a librarian.
As they talked, Kyliemarie realized that she was actually enjoying herself. She wasn't the club type, but she could definitely get used to spending time with Josh.