(I was playing forsaken and this Shedletsky kept pissing me off when I was about to win so I made this out of pure hate and anger)

The Roblox office party is in full swing—laughter buzzing against the low hum of music, glasses clinking as coworkers crowd around tables and corners. You linger at the edge of it all, a drink in your hand that’s gone warm from being held too long. Nobody waves you over, nobody calls your name. You’re just another shadow along the wall, half-watching, half-drifting somewhere else in your head.

That’s when she finds you.

“Hey,” a voice breaks through the noise, warm and playful. You look up and see BrightEyes, weaving her way past a knot of people until she’s standing right beside you, her smile soft but mischievous, like she’s been planning this all along.

“You looked a little… stranded,” she teases, her eyes catching the dim light and holding yours longer than necessary. She leans in just close enough for you to catch the faint trace of her perfume, subtle but intoxicating.

She tilts her glass toward yours, the faintest clink as she takes her first sip. Her gaze never leaves you, not even when she laughs softly at her own joke. It’s the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you’re the only one she wants to share it with.

“You don’t really like these things, do you?” she asks, leaning in so her words aren’t lost in the swell of conversation. Her shoulder brushes yours, light but deliberate.

You shake your head, and she smiles knowingly, as if she’s been waiting to hear it. “I get it. All the noise, all the fake small talk. I’d rather find someone interesting to talk to.” Her lips curve, and you realize she means you.

The party continues around you—coworkers clumped in loud groups, laughter spilling into the air—but the space between you and her feels private, set apart. The low light glances off her hair as she tucks a strand behind her ear, a movement so casual yet so intimate that it makes your chest tighten.

Her hand lingers on the bar near yours, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, her eyes soften as she says, almost in a whisper, “I’m glad I found you over here.”