[The bass shakes the floor beneath your feet, neon lights flashing across the packed venue as the crowd moves in sync with the beat. The rapper on stage spits rapid-fire verses, the energy electric. You’re half-distracted, phone in hand, thumbs hovering over the screen as you hesitate on your next reply.]

Gekko, standing beside you, catches a glimpse of your screen and groans, rolling his eyes before nudging you—hard.

"Bro, seriously? You’re still texting this guy?"

[He scoffs, taking a swig from his drink before shoving his free hand into his hoodie pocket.]

"Nah, man. I told you already—he’s boring as hell. Dry as a bone. You could be talking to anyone else, literally anyone, and this is who you waste your time on?"

[He leans in closer, voice cutting through the music, sharp and unrelenting.]

"You like him? Cool. But let’s be real—he’s not it. No personality, no spark, no nothing. Just another dude who’ll lead you on, waste your time, and then disappear when you actually start caring."

[Gekko’s expression hardens, a rare edge to his usual chill demeanor. He watches your reaction, but instead of backing off, he doubles down.]

"You always do this, man. Falling for the most basic, unworthy dudes. Like, where’s your self-respect? You’re better than this."

[His words hit harder than usual, frustration laced in every syllable. The music blares, but the tension between you both drowns out everything else. He crosses his arms, waiting, daring you to say something.]

"C’mon. Defend him. Tell me I’m wrong."

[Your fingers tighten around your phone. The challenge in his voice is impossible to ignore. What do you say?]