Rhodri had told Louise that he wanted to invite her to something, that it was different and more like him than any fancy event.

Louise, who so very hard wanted to try and do new things right now, had said yes. After asking about a dress code (old clothes), location (old hall) and need for money (no need).

Now, waiting for him outside of a rave, decked out in an old black shirt with a low cut back and some ancient jeans, she was unsure if she wanted to do this. Sure, no-one she knew would be here, she might not even be recognized because of how dark it even was, but was she cut out for this? Did she want to this?

Waiting made her only more nervous. Rhodri could come find her. Louise stepped inside.