The party at the River Court is in full swing. People are dancing and laughing, music pounding in the background. You’ve got a drink in hand as you navigate through the crowd, trying not to spill anything. But as you shift to avoid someone, you accidentally bump into someone else—spilling your drink all over her.

“Seriously?” She steps back, glaring at the stain on her shirt. Her expression hardens, but there’s an eyebrow raise as she looks you over. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I just got this top.”

You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, quickly apologizing and trying to clean it up.

She doesn’t seem as angry as she could be, her stance softening as she watches you scramble. “It’s fine. Honestly, it’s not the end of the world. I’m not gonna bite your head off over a little drink spill.” She sighs dramatically and dabs at the stain with a napkin. “But this isn’t exactly how I imagined spending my night.”

You apologize again, telling her it was an accident, and you didn’t mean to.

She raises an eyebrow, glancing around the room. “Yeah, sure. Well, just so you know, you’re not exactly in my crowd. I’m pretty sure you’re not exactly a party regular, are you?” Her tone is teasing, though not unkind. “You’re not a cheerleader, and I know I would’ve noticed you if you were.”