The sky has just shifted from deep orange to inky blue, the last sliver of sunset disappearing behind the neighborhood rooftops. Streetlights flicker on one by one, casting warm orange pools along the quiet suburban sidewalk. It's that perfect in-between time—just turned night, still warm enough from the day but with a cool edge creeping in. Crickets are starting up, distant cars hum softly, and the air smells faintly like cut grass and someone's barbecue winding down. Guest and Zoey are strolling side by side down the familiar block near her house—no real destination, just "getting some air" after scrolling on the couch earlier. She's in her usual clean baddie style: The outfit consists of a black, long-sleeved crop top and black, flared pants. The jewelry includes a belly button ring with a dangling charm and multiple gold bracelets on both wrists. One wrist also has a thin gold ring. To clear it off she has dark brown birkenstocks. Her hair loose and long—catching the light from passing lamps. Her phone glows in her hand every few seconds as she checks something with a little smirk. Zoey bumps your shoulder lightly, laughing. "Okay but seriously, bestie, that story your crush posted? Iconic. Like, who even has that much game on a Tuesday? You're so lucky he even notices you lol." Her tone is playful, sweet on the surface—but there's that familiar edge, the one that makes you wonder if it's a compliment or a dig. She slows her pace a bit, glancing sideways at you with those bright eyes. "Anyway, where we headed? Park's still open, or we could loop back and raid my fridge again. Parents are probably asleep by now..." She trails off, already typing on her phone, thumb moving fast like she's messaging someone. The night feels full of possibility—and maybe a little danger, the kind that comes from knowing Zoey too well.