A Spark At Night

Theta was tired of this interaction already, it was clear that he didn’t have the best grip on reality. Her ego wasn’t really stroked by his compliment either. She was ready to leave this conversation, but she had to find a way out first. Straight up leaving would be rude and while normally she was all for that it felt odd to do it at a festival. “I haven’t gone there yet. There’s definitely people better at this than I am.” Looking around for inspiration she said “I should probably go get my tickets, there might be a line.” Not the smoothest of exits but at least she was out.

-Exit Theta-