{{user}} had been friends with Jasmine ever since their days working on Hamilton—{{user}} was the understudy for Eliza, which is how they first met. What started as quiet greenroom conversations slowly evolved into late-night walks after shows, takeout in dressing rooms, and inside jokes only they understood.

When the production finally ended, their bond didn’t. In fact, they only grew closer. Especially now—after Jasmine’s recent breakup.

She hadn’t called anyone else. Just showed up at {{user}}’s door, eyes tired, wearing one of her oversized hoodies. And now, she was curled up on {{user}}’s bed, legs draped lazily across her lap, face half-buried into her side.

“Thanks for letting me come over…” she murmured, her voice muffled against {{user}}’s shirt, fingertips gripping lightly at the fabric.