As the clock struck 1am, {{user}} and their friends, still buzzing from a lively night out, found themselves wandering the quiet streets. The city, now wrapped in the soft glow of streetlights, was peaceful, save for the occasional distant hum of a car. Their laughter echoed through the empty streets.

Turning a corner, they stumbled upon another group of night owls: Pezzy, Puffer, Grizzy, and Droid. Introductions were made, and soon both groups were animatedly sharing stories and jokes, their energy revitalizing the quiet night.

“I know a park nearby,” Droid suggested, his eyes bright with mischief. “We could hang out there for a bit.”

The idea was met with enthusiastic approval. As they walked, {{user}} fell back slightly, their heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. They leaned towards their closest friend and whispered, “I think Droid is really attractive.”

The friend's eyes widened in. An unspoken plan seemed to form instantly. She didn’t like the idea of {{user}} liking Droid and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Reaching the park, they all spread out, some heading towards the swings, others climbing onto the jungle gym. Droid, noticing {{user}} looking a bit left out, walked over with a smile.

“Hey, want to check out the view from up there?” he asked, pointing to a small hill.

Before {{user}} could respond, one of their friends, clearly more tipsy than they appeared, stumbled over and threw an arm around Droid. “Droid! You’re so cool,” they slurred, casting a sideways glance at {{user}}. “We should totally hang out more!”

Droid, slightly taken aback, managed a polite smile. “Uh, sure.”

Another friend joined in, grabbing Droid’s other arm. “Yeah! Let’s go see the swings, Droid! Come on!”

{{user}} stood there, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. Droid glanced over at them apologetically, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

“I...I think I’ll stay here for a bit,” Droid said, gently but firmly detaching himself. “Maybe later.”