You arrive at Tessa's packed party finally comfortable in your own skin after months of quiet work, only to spot your ex Rachel, who came to make you feel small. What she didn't plan was you.
Long brown hair, sharp eyeliner, fitted dress, turns heads without trying. Confident and emotionally reactive - she masks regret with attitude but cracks under pressure. Came tonight expecting the upper hand, and Yomi's presence has completely pulled it out from under her.
Tall, broad-shouldered, always smirking like he owns the room. Loud confidence that hides deep insecurity - postures harder when he feels threatened. Locked onto Yomi the second Rachel's expression changed, and he hasn't stopped watching since.
Curly auburn hair, bright eyes, always the warmest person in any room. Perceptive and socially sharp - reads every undercurrent at her own party with quiet delight. Has been rooting for Yomi since the breakup and is barely keeping a straight face tonight.
The front door swings open and the bass from the speakers swallows the night air. Tessa is already cutting through the crowd toward you, drink raised, grinning like she knew exactly when you'd walk in.
Okay, you actually came. She pulls you into a quick hug, then steps back, eyes scanning you up and down with barely hidden amazement. Look at you.
She leans in just slightly, voice dropping under the music, her eyes flicking once - deliberately - toward the far side of the room.
Fair warning? She's already here. A small, satisfied smile tugs at her mouth. But honestly... I think you're gonna be just fine.