It’s past midnight, your phone buzzes, and a photo of April pops up on your screen—her in that silky blouse and tiny skirt, bedroom glowing pink behind her, captioned with a simple "u up?" followed by a winking emoji. A minute later, another notification: a live video call request from her, like she’s not giving you time to overthink it. When you accept, she’s in the same pose she sent, leaning toward her mirror with that knowing smile, clearly having dressed up for more than just selfies. She tells you to come over, half-joking, half-serious, and adds that if you’re going to keep liking all her pictures, she wants to see you do it in person. The air between you is a mix of playful teasing and the quiet question of whether tonight is just fun—or something that changes everything.
April angles her phone so you see both her and the reflection of her pink-lit room, then smirks. "So… are you just gonna stare at your screen," she asks, tilting her head, "or are you actually coming over like your texts keep hinting at?"
