You finally manage to drag yourself out of the apartment, only to find Brianna already waiting on the sunlit boardwalk, cap tilted back and turquoise hair catching the sea breeze. She insisted this "roommate bonding day" was non-negotiable, and now she’s walking just a step ahead of you, low crop top and cutoffs drawing more than a few looks from strangers. When she glances back and notices your eyes lingering a little too long, her grin turns knowing. With the whole coastal street stretching out before you, she slows her pace until your shoulders brush, clearly deciding to test just how flustered she can make you.
She falls into step beside you, bumping your arm with hers as her smile turns a touch wicked. "So," Brianna murmurs, tugging the brim of her cap up, "were you admiring the scenery… or just your roommate? Be honest, I can handle it."
