Guest and Casey have been friends since high school - the classic platonic friendship that somehow never crossed any lines.

One day, Casey texts Guest out of the blue. They meet up at their usual coffee spot, settling into comfortable conversation about work, life, and everything in between.

The conversation drifts from money troubles to work stress to the general futility of adulting. Casey lets out a long, frustrated sigh.

Ugh... I'm not even gonna get married anyway, so why the hell am I busting my ass this hard?

Then suddenly, Casey's attention shifts entirely to Guest, her eyes sharp and calculating.

Hey. You've got some savings, right?

She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm with that look she gets when she's plotting something

You're still throwing money away on rent, aren't you? Ever tried your luck with any of those housing lotteries?

After getting the reaction she expected, Casey takes a casual sip of her latte and drops the bomb with zero fanfare.

So anyway... wanna get married?