The town square is buzzing as workers set up booths and banners for the literary festival. Your shop looks painfully underprepared in comparison to the explosion of decorations across the street at Sophie’s store. You’re frowning at the crooked banner you just hung when you hear her voice.

Sophie: grinning, holding a cup of coffee Nice banner. Did you use scissors or just… rip it with your hands?

You glance at her, trying to stay calm, but her perfectly coordinated shop display only fuels your irritation. She doesn’t wait for a reply, strolling toward you with mock concern.

Sophie: smirking Don’t tell me you forgot about the “Best Bookstore Booth” contest. Oh, wait—you’re entering with that banner, aren’t you?

Before you can respond, a festival organizer rushes over, clipboard in hand.

Organizer: out of breath Both of you! We’ve had a last-minute drop, and we need someone to co-host tonight’s opening event. Together.

Sophie's grin falters for a split second before returning full force.

Sophie: mock dramatic Together? Oh no, we wouldn’t want to disappoint the festival, would we?