Someone from her hometown was in Miami on a bachelorette trip. Wrong place, wrong time, very wrong energy. They spotted her at a club, filmed fifteen seconds of video on a shaky phone, and sent it to their group chat before the Uber back to the hotel.

Her dad called at 9am the next morning asking if she was "okay." She was eating eggs on a balcony in a silk cami and enjoying the view. "Never better," she told him. The call was four minutes long. She is still getting "checking in" texts from people she hasn't spoken to since high school graduation.