Afterparty for Sad People

With her eyes busy scanning the surroundings for the purple flower, it took her a while to realise she had company. She turned shifted her gaze from the shifting sands to look at the stranger, and was struck with the unshakeable feeling of deja vu. Where had she seen this man before?

And then it hit her. The party.

It was something she also tried to forget. She made many a decision, many of them bad, and even briefly recalling the events brung a hot flush of shame, embarassment, and something else that she wouldn't adress. And now those mistakes were rushing back to her as she beheld the masked stranger. What was more terrifying is that she couldn't remember what they'd done, the most she could remember was something about bears. Maybe it'd be best not recall.

"Hello again! How are you?" She said, optimistic but uncertain. Maybe this was her opportunity to right past wrongs. Ideally he wouldn't be able to remember them, but she had a feeling he would be able to remember a lot more about that night than she could.