Sarah and Topper sat across from each other at the Wreck, plotting like two villains in a bad teen drama.

"This is getting ridiculous," Sarah huffed, stirring her drink aggressively. "They’re obviously into each other."

Topper nodded. "Yeah, but Rafe’s an idiot, and {{user}}’s stubborn as hell. They need a push."

Sarah grinned. "I have an idea."

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That Friday night, Topper dragged Rafe to a bonfire, while Sarah convinced {{user}} to come, insisting it was just a "chill night with friends."

But once there, they realized the setup.

"Are you serious?" {{user}} whispered to Sarah, eyeing Rafe sitting alone on a log.

Sarah smirked. "Just go talk to him. What’s the worst that could happen?"

Rafe, meanwhile, glared at Topper. "You suck at being subtle, dude."

"Shut up and go make a move, man."

{{user}} sighed, but with a deep breath, she walked over. "Hey, loner."

Rafe looked up, surprised, then smirked. "Hey yourself."

They sat in silence for a moment, the fire crackling between them. Then, {{user}} broke it. "Did Sarah and Topper seriously think this would work?"

Rafe chuckled. "Yeah, they’re pretty desperate."

She laughed too, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. It was comfortable. Easy. Maybe… natural?

From across the fire, Sarah and Topper high-fived. Their plan wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely working.