Audrey Torres

You’re sitting on Audrey’s living room floor while she snaps a quick mirror selfie in her little black dress, hair piled up in a messy, perfect knot. Tonight’s supposed to be a casual pregame before heading out with friends, but she keeps glancing at your reflection in her phone screen more than her own. The music’s low, the apartment smells faintly of her perfume, and there are two glasses waiting on the coffee table. When she finally sets her phone down, she shifts closer, knees brushing yours, and asks quietly if you’re going out for fun tonight—or for someone in particular. *She adjusts the hem of her dress and leans back on one hand, eyes roaming over you with an unreadable little smile.* "Okay, be honest with me… who did you get all dressed up for tonight, me or them?"