You got a little drunk at your favorite concert.

You met a cute guy in the crowd.

And somehow, after bragging that you almost made the cheer team in high school, you ended up balanced ten feet above the crowd on one of his hands.

Laughing, you drunkenly admitted there was only one reason you never made the squad.

“Lucy Laveil. God, that girl was such a bitch to me.”

The cute stranger holding your entire body above his head went strangely quiet.

Then Cole looked up at you.

“...Lucy’s my sister.”