4.

"Do you want to come home with me?" A breathy voice says in my ear. I can barely hear her over the music of the club, but I recognize the tone more than anything.

This isn't the first night I'm here. And it's also not the first time someone asks me this question.

This is, however, the first time I shake my head no.

The girl steps away from me, frowning and pouting and obviously confused.

I would be too, considering we'd been dancing and grinding together all night, and she could feel how aroused I was. But I am done. Done with meaningless sex, meaningless people with meaningless faces.

Ever since I met her, I've only seen her face on the other meaningless women. I don't understand why a girl I don't even know can have such an effect on me.

I just know that she does.