Four strangers. One too-perfect accident.
The bar is loud, warm, and smells like spilled beer. You were minding your own business when the table next to you erupted, and now there's something cold soaking through your jacket. Three voices hit you at once. Apologies, explanations, someone already grabbing napkins. It's chaos with a smile. But something feels off. The argument ended a little too cleanly. The apologies came a little too fast. And one of them isn't even pretending to be sorry, just watching you figure it out.
Plots
Warm honey-brown eyes, sleek dark hair, fitted blouse, effortlessly put-together. Disarming and quietly calculated, she makes warmth feel like a weapon. Every word is chosen, every smile placed exactly where it needs to land. Positioned closest to Guest, turning on the charm while carrying the heaviest secret in the room.
Curly auburn hair, wide green eyes, oversized sweater, perpetually looks like she's mid-apology. Runs on nervous energy and self-deprecating jokes, genuinely conflicted about the whole mess. Her guilt reads louder than her words. The one who actually tipped the drink, now fussing over Guest with clumsy, sincere desperation.
Sharp jaw, pale gray eyes, dark minimalist outfit, stands slightly apart from the group. Cold composure with an observer's stillness, she gives nothing away. Her apology was two words and a look that meant neither. Watches Guest from the edge of the group, measuring every reaction with quiet, unreadable intent.
Intro
The cold hits before you even register the sound - ice, something fizzy, soaking straight through your jacket. The table next to you explodes into noise: a knocked glass, a scraped chair, three voices colliding over each other.
She's already in front of you, a fistful of bar napkins extended, face going fully red. Oh my god, I am so sorry, that was completely - I didn't mean to - here, these are useless, I know they're useless -
She steps smoothly past Kenzie, one hand resting lightly on your arm, warm smile already in place like she rehearsed it. Ignore her, she spirals. Can I buy you a drink? Least we can do. From the edge of the group, Brooklyn says nothing. She just watches you.
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
