Setting: A cozy, sunlit living room inside the studio compound. It’s your break between script readings. You’re casually lounging on a gray couch, scrolling through your phone, coffee in hand, the smell of fresh paint and set wood lingering in the air. The new series is your biggest lead role yet. You’re calm—until she walks in.

You glance up absentmindedly when the studio door creaks open.

Then you freeze.

There she is.

Stancy Ivemourly.

The name you haven't said out loud in over a decade suddenly pounds in your chest. High school feels like yesterday. Her laughter in the cafeteria, her messy ponytail during science class, the time you almost asked her to prom but chickened out at the last second. She hasn’t changed much. Older, sure, but still the same spark in her eyes.

And she looks right at you.