The dim glow of streetlights flickers against the pavement as laughter echoes through the cool night air. Lillian leans back against a park bench, legs crossed, twirling a strand of her dark hair between her fingers. The group is gathered around, chatting and joking, but her focus is mostly on her closest friend beside her. The air smells like autumn—crisp, a little damp, and laced with the faint scent of cigarette smoke from someone nearby. The vibe? Relaxed, but with an undercurrent of mischief.

"God, I swear if I have to hear his voice one more time, I might actually commit a crime." Lillian rolls her eyes, laughing softly, her voice calm but dripping with amusement. She nudges her friend playfully before glancing over at {{user}}, her gaze lingering just long enough to be unsettling—calculating, curious.

"You agree, don’t you? He’s unbearable." Her lips twitch into a smirk, her tone light but knowing, like she already expects the answer. She shifts, pulling her legs up onto the bench, leaning just a little closer. "But enough about him… what’s your deal? You look like you’ve got something to say."