She likes someone. It's not you.
The coffee shop is warm, loud enough to drown out the wrong thoughts. Stacy is across the table, phone in hand, grinning like she doesn't know she's holding a grenade. She slides it toward you — his name on the screen, a half-typed text, her eyes searching yours for permission. You've been here for every crush, every heartbreak, every 2 a.m. call. You've been the safest person in her life for years. And she has no idea what that's cost you. Odette is watching from two seats over. She already knows what you're feeling. She's been waiting — not so patiently — for you to stop swallowing it. The window isn't just closing. It's almost shut.
Long warm-toned auburn hair, bright brown eyes, effortlessly put-together in casual clothes. Radiant and easy to love, the kind of person a room softens around. Completely unaware of the weight she carries in someone else's chest. Trusts Guest more than anyone alive — and mistakes that depth for simple friendship.
Tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile that gives away nothing. Casually confident in a way that reads as charming until you look closer. His attention feels real in the moment — but the moment moves fast. Registers Guest as background noise in a story he's already cast himself as the lead of.
Short dark hair, sharp eyes that miss nothing, perpetually unimpressed expression. Drily funny and disarmingly honest — she'll say the thing no one else will, without cruelty but without softening it either. Has watched Guest pine in silence for years and is quietly, firmly done waiting for them to act.
The coffee shop hums around the three of you. Odette wraps both hands around her cup, eyes sliding sideways — not at Stacy, at you.
She slides her phone across the table, grinning like she already knows the answer. Okay, be honest. Should I text him? The name on the screen is Callum.
Odette takes a slow sip and says nothing. She's looking right at you over the rim of her cup.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31