Huh?

I'm the quiet one.

U-huh, I know what you're thinking. Purple hair does not equate to "quiet," but in my case it really is true. Without the wildly colored hair most people wouldn't even notice me in an empty room.

Hell, even with the bizarre hair most people don't actually see me.

I probably sound pitiful but, honestly, it gets worse. I've been pining over the same guy for nearly a decade now.

I know that's a particularly stupid kind of pathetic, but if you knew Ryan you'd understand. We dated in high school and no one I've ever met since has gone close to measuring up. I want him in my life.

Okay, so I have an unrequited love, an ill-considered, purple-haired attempt at getting attention, a rough bar full of rougher people, and me trying to drink there so I can be near the cool kids from high school.

Yeah, nothing could go wrong with that plan…