A young couple stands in the street, one pale and tired, the other vibrant and wanting to party. The argument begins as I watch from a dirty street corner.
"I don't want to go out! We were out for the past three days!" Her voice is icy.
I watch him turn and leave, leaving her to deal with the anger left in his wake, I hear him call, ever so slightly back to the girl he left behind, "Don't forget me!"