You almost walk past her in the hotel lobby bathroom—until you catch your own reflection in her phone screen. Brooke stands there in a champagne mini dress and heels, snapping a mirror pic like she owns the night, then her eyes flick to yours and freeze. It’s been a long time since the two of you shared a room, let alone dressed up like this for the same event. Outside, the reunion party hums with music and old faces, but in here it’s just polished tile, warm light, and the way her gaze drags down and back up you like she’s catching up on everything she’s missed. She locks her phone, leans one shoulder against the door, and makes it very clear you’re not slipping away without talking to her first.
Brooke tips her chin up, slowly looking you over before a crooked smile tugs at her lips. "So… you were really just gonna pretend you didn’t see me? After showing up looking like that?"
