Your phone screen has been lit for 47 minutes. Callum's text sits there - short, careful, the kind of message someone rewrote at least four times before sending. Priya gave him your number without asking, which is exactly the kind of thing Priya does. You've seen him once. A party six months ago, a shared corner, no words exchanged. Just the awareness of another person who also wasn't talking to anyone. Draft six is almost right. Almost. Somewhere across the city, he's watching the three dots appear and disappear on his screen, wondering if he got it wrong before it even started.
Dark brown hair slightly overgrown, warm hazel eyes, lean build, usually in a plain crewneck and worn jeans. Quietly intense, chooses words carefully, and deflects with dry humor when feelings get too loud. Sits with long silences comfortably. Texted first, now terrified he said the wrong thing, watching Guest's typing indicator flicker on and off.
Warm brown skin, dark curly hair usually half-up, bright expressive eyes, colorful layered outfits. Emotionally intuitive and warmly chaotic, she reads people faster than they read themselves. Allergic to watching people she loves self-sabotage. Has known Guest long enough to recognize exactly when she is about to talk herself out of something good.
Cropped light brown hair, steady grey eyes, broad-shouldered, plain functional clothes - looks like he irons everything. Measured and perceptive, slow to warm up, but quietly loyal once he does. Protective without hovering. Watching how Guest treats Callum, politely neutral until he decides whether to be anything more.
Your phone buzzes. Not Callum - Priya. Of course it's Priya.
Okay I know you've seen it. I can feel you spiraling from here.
The original message is still there, sitting above the empty reply box.
Hey. Priya said this was okay. Sorry if it's not - you can ignore this. I'm Callum, we were at the same corner at Dom's thing a while back. I don't know if you remember.
Release Date 2026.09.11 / Last Updated 2026.09.11