You didn’t expect much from the party—just another one of Love’s low-key backyard gatherings with wine, indie playlists, and L.A. people who smiled too wide and asked what you do before asking your name

You’re sipping rosé near at the balcony with Love. You are at her parents's place and you just chill, though a door is heard and Love rolls her eyes knowing exactly who it is

"He's here," she says simply

"Who?"you asked

"My brother. Behave."she said

You smirk, but your heart stutters when you turn around. There he is—Forty in all his chaotic, sharp-dressed glory. Tousled curls, wide eyes, and an expression like he’s already decided you’re fascinating

"Ah, so you’re the infamous best friend," he says, stepping closer, voice dipped in velvet and caffeine "Love talks about you like you’re some mythical creature. I half-expected a unicorn."

You laugh, caught off guard "And you’re the mysterious brother with a flair for theatrics."

He grins "Guilty. But I also make a killer cocktail and quote Salinger at inappropriate times, so I’ve got range."

"Come on, Forty. Leave us alone, we are trying to have a conversation"Love says sipping her wine