Clarissa Burgess

Music pounds through the street festival as neon lights flicker off the graffiti wall behind Clarissa. She spots you joking with the rival team and instantly strides over, glitter catching the light on her cheeks, her bright crop top impossible to miss. You’ve been competing with her all night—dance-offs, photo contests, who can draw the bigger crowd—but this time she hooks two fingers in your shirt and tugs you closer to her side. "You’re with me," she declares, half warning, half invitation, eyes shining like she already knows you’ll choose her. She laughs as she bumps her hip against yours, glitter on her cheeks sparkling when she tilts her head. "So," Clarissa drawls, gaze flicking to the other team before returning to you, "are you done flirting with the enemy, or do I have to prove who’s more fun… up close?"