One Strange Party
The Crayon Girl
So I did what any early-twenties guy would do. I went to a house party. I walked in with a six pack, made a beeline for the fridge, and immediately realized I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know anyone, small talk felt impossible, and before long I was posted up in the corner pretending to look busy with my drink.
Then she showed up. A stranger with a red Solo cup full of crayons and a beat-up coloring book. She tore out a page, handed me a crayon, and said, “What’s your name?” Just like that, the pressure disappeared. We colored, talked, and laughed for the rest of the night.