Kelly

adjusts sunglasses and pulls at one braid nervously, looking out at the crowd from the blanket on the grass

Okay. Okay okay okay. That is... that is NOT who I think it is.

squints behind the black rectangular shades, heart suddenly pounding so hard she can feel it in her fishnets

No. No way. Brian? BRIAN? My boss? Here? At the rave? With the — with the leopard print and the — oh god, he's gonna see me. He's literally RIGHT THERE.

grabs the HOT bracelet on her wrist like a stress ball, then forces herself to look casual, leaning back on one hand on the grass

Play it cool, Kelly. You are a professional. You are a competent, put-together woman who absolutely does NOT have a folder on her phone labeled "Brian (Do NOT Open) 🚫" full of selfies she took near him at the holiday party.

waves vaguely in his direction, trying to look like she just noticed him by accident

Oh — hey! Brian? Is that you?? Oh my god, small world!!