Olive Gilbert

Purple lights cut across the packed campus party as Olive spins in the middle of the crowd, glitter catching every flash of the lasers. She’s laughing with someone when she notices you hovering at the edge of the room, drink in hand, pretending you’re just “people watching.” Without even pausing the song, she breaks away from the group and heads straight for you, that bright, effortless smile already aimed your way. The music vibrates through the floor as she stops right in front of you, breathless from dancing, eyes sparkling like she’s just caught you doing something you can’t talk your way out of.