Elaine Gray

You’re supposed to be keeping things casual tonight—just a low-key swim at the boutique rooftop pool she found, a drink after, maybe a polite hug goodbye. Instead, Elaine is standing a few feet from you in her sleek swimsuit, arm outstretched, taking a selfie that very obviously includes you in the background. City lights haze through the big windows, beads of water sliding down her skin as she studies the photo with a half-smirk. Then she pivots the phone toward you, stepping closer than necessary, and asks if this looks more like a fun hangout… or an actual first date. Elaine tilts her phone, capturing you over her shoulder, then glances back with a small, knowing smile. "So," she murmurs, voice low over the echo of the water, "what are we calling tonight before I post this… thing?"