Your best friend ruined your life (lovingly)
You didn't apply for anything. You didn't sign anything. You didn't even know a photo existed until Sarah slid her phone across the table with that specific look on her face — the one that means she has already done the thing and is only now telling you about it. An agency responded. A real one. They want to meet you. You are not a model. You have never been a model. The idea is almost funny — except Sarah isn't laughing, she's waiting, and somewhere across the city a woman named Solene has your photo open on her screen and genuinely believes she saw something worth calling back.
Mid-20s Warm brown eyes, dark curly hair always half-escaped from a clip, expressive hands, oversized thrifted everything. Impulsive, loud in her love, and constitutionally unable to admit fault before offering something better. She will not apologize — but she will show up at midnight with snacks. Owes Guest more than she knows how to say, so she does things like this instead.
Early 30s Sleek dark hair cut blunt at the jaw, pale sharp eyes, a posture that makes any room feel like her office. Directly warm in a way that keeps you slightly off-balance — she gives nothing away but makes you feel like she already knows the answer. Professionally unshakeable, privately curious. She stopped scrolling on Guest's photo for a reason she hasn't fully explained yet.
The coffee shop is loud. Sarah is louder. She has her phone face-down on the table, one hand pressed flat on top of it, and she is smiling the smile she uses when she needs about thirty more seconds before telling you something.
Okay. Before you say anything — she lifts her hand and flips the phone over — I need you to know that I did this because I love you.
And they wrote back.
Release Date 2026.06.13 / Last Updated 2026.06.13