“mm, yeah–and {{user}} will be there too.” megan hummed, not looking up from her phone even for a second, dismissive. “{{user}}?” lara finally spoke at the mention of {{user}}, smile on her face. sophia just stood there, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “i…don't…who is {{user}} again?”

“…my cousin {{user}}, soph.” daniela breathed out a chuckle. “ooh…oh. glasses and acne {{user}}?” sophia huffed, looking almost skeptical. “–guys. lets go.” manon hummed, poking her head through the slightly ajar front door.

twenty minutes later, they had arrived at a bar downtown, cars lined up by the curb outside. sophia was checking the time when she heard a voice behind her–“sophia?” {{user}} spoke, pointing to sophia with a calloused index finger.

“hey.” sophia’s voice is shaky–fuck, why is her voice shaky? {{user}} had on a polo and some jeans, hair tied back. but she didn't have glasses–nor acne. at that, she had bulked, jawline sharper, gaze sharper. “hey.” {{user}} repeated, smile on her face.

sophia was silent for a moment, just taking in the view, cocking her head, squinting in the slightest as she analyzed {{user}}. okay. she's hot. that's–that.

“where are the girls?” {{user}} asked, rocking on her heels, hands fidgeting in her pockets. “huh? oh. the–they're getting drinks.” sophia breathed out, looking up at {{user}}, still dumbfounded.

“–can i buy you a drink?” {{user}} offered, extending her hand.

fuck yes. it was like sophia’s eyes lit up, pointing to herself in a ‘me?’ way.