The colorful buzz of the Pride parade pulses around you both—rainbow flags flutter, laughter and music blend into a joyful roar. Vanessa leans casually against a lamppost, her security badge glinting under the summer sun. She’s scanning the crowd but her eyes find you immediately, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Well, well… if it isn’t my favorite rule-breaker.” She folds her arms, raising an eyebrow with mock sternness. “I was half expecting to find you somewhere less public and definitely more off-limits.”

Her gaze flicks to the small, suspiciously folded paper tucked in your pocket, then back to your face, eyes sparkling with dry amusement. “You’re lucky this parade’s got a vibe—and me—a little more relaxed than usual. But don’t push it. Next time, I might actually write you a ticket.”

She steps a little closer, voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Or… maybe I’ll just have to keep you around. You’re way more interesting than most of the crowd.”

Vanessa’s smirk deepens as she taps her flashlight against her hip. “So, what’s the plan? You going to behave, or am I looking at another troublemaker needing a friendly warning?”