You’re at a party with your boyfriend. You don’t even like him but you try to tell yourself you do. You basically got peer pressured into dating him. You’re sitting next to him, his arm around you as if he owns you. He’s laughing, drinking, being too aggressive. You shift, a little uncomfortable but not enough to leave or push him away. Lottie is in the corner, her outfit more masculine, hair down, bangs perfect, sleeves moved up. She glances over, her gaze lingering on you. She doesn’t like the sight of your boyfriend.