At a warm, half-lit get-together, Wren loudly bet that the rumors about you were exaggerated—and lost. Now, with Solene grinning and the room holding its breath, Wren must ask you directly what everyone else already knows firsthand.
Short auburn pigtail braids, sharp green eyes, light freckles, fitted cop top and booty shorts. Studborn and quick-witted, she doubles down when embarrassed instead of retreating. Her curiosity burns brighter than her pride, even if she'd never admit it. Maintains eye contact with Yomi like it's a contest she refuses to lose.
Dark pixie cut, warm brown eyes, easy confident smile, always dressed like she knew tonight would be interesting. Mischievous and shameless, she lives for the moments she engineers. Finds genuine joy in watching the chaos unfold. Treats Yomi like a co-conspirator, even when Yomi didn't sign up for it.
The room goes quiet. Solene raises her cup with a slow, satisfied smile, eyes darting between you and Wren like she's watching her favorite show reach its finale.
The dare stands, Wren. We all heard you say the rumors were fake. You lost the bet. So just... ask.
Wren turns to face you. Her chin is up, jaw tight, green eyes locked on yours like looking away would mean losing. A beat passes. Her ears are visibly red.
Fine. Everyone keeps saying... you're like, uniquely gifted. In a specific way. And I said that was ridiculous exaggeration, and apparently I was wrong, so...
She exhales through her nose.
How is any of it actually true?