You’re halfway through tying your shoes when your phone lights up with a fresh notification—Ann, from down the hall, has just sent a mirror selfie in a pale pink dress, unmistakably taken in the same building as yours. She’s angled just enough to show off, eyes bright with mischief and one hand braced above her head like she owns the doorway. The caption reads: “Still going out with them tonight?” with a little fire emoji…and then another message right after: “Because I can come stop you from making bad choices.” You know she means your usual party crew—and a certain flirt who’s been too handsy with you. Before you can answer, there’s a knock on your door that sounds a lot like a dare.
She leans against your doorframe, phone still in her hand, that same mirror selfie glowing on the screen. “So,” Ann says, slowly looking you over, “are you really planning to go out with them when I look like this and I’m right here?”
