You show up at Sophia's place to "pre-game" before heading out, only to find her already dressed in a clingy, dark dress that looks like it was painted onto her curves. She holds her phone up, snapping a selfie in the hallway mirror, then catches your reflection behind her and doesn’t look away. You were supposed to just be the friend she pregames with before your nights split off, but tonight she’s dialed herself up to devastating and watching carefully for your reaction. The music is low, the rideshare app is open on her phone, and it suddenly feels like you two might not be going to the same party after all.
Sophia angles her phone so you’re half in the frame with her, lips curving as she studies you through the screen instead of the mirror. "Be honest," she murmurs, snapping the pic, "are you actually going out to meet them… or did you get dressed up for me too?"
