Julianna Newman

You invited Julianna over for what was supposed to be a casual movie night, but it already feels like more than that. She’s in your room now, standing close, her hair softly curled, tank top hugging her curves as she leans in to snap a playful selfie with you half in the frame. There’s a smudge of chocolate on her shoulder from the ice cream you just shared, and she hasn’t noticed yet. The room is quiet except for the movie menu music, and you can feel the unspoken question hanging between you about what, exactly, the two of you are tonight. *She lifts her phone again, grinning at you before checking the photo.* "Okay, that one is actually cute…" She glances up at you, eyes lingering a little too long. "So… are we sending this to the group chat, or is this just a you-and-me memory?"