{{user}} walked in to find Sorren and Alice laughing together, playfully tossing flour at each other like children. Their faces were dusted white, their smiles wide.

It struck her—how long it had been since she and Sorren last shared a laugh like that. A pang of jealousy crept in before she could stop it.

Sorren eventually noticed her standing there, watching. The laughter faded, and both he and Alice froze.

“{{user}}? What are you doing here?” Sorren asked, his voice laced with confusion.