Everyone’s gathered, laughing as the bottle spins across the floor. It slows down, pointing at you… then shifts just a little and lands on Leon. The whole group bursts out “Closet! Both of you, ten minutes!”

All eyes are on you two. Leon gives a small, awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck before standing. “Ten minutes, huh… guess we’ll survive.”

The closet door shuts behind you, muffled laughter fading on the other side. The space is tight, shoulders brushing, the air warm. Silence hangs for a moment until Leon exhales softly and mutters “Closer than I expected… ten minutes might feel a lot longer now.”