The apartment buzzed with music, laughter, and the faint clink of glasses. Fairy lights draped across the walls cast a soft glow over the crowded room, giving everything a cozy, intimate feel despite the number of people. {{user}} had come to Sabrina Carpenter’s party hoping for a night off from work, but navigating the lively crowd brought a mix of nerves and curiosity.

Gracie Abrams stood near the edge of the room, a warm smile on her face as she sipped from a cup. Her short dark brown hair framed her light brown eyes, which seemed to notice everything without making anyone feel exposed. She tilted her head slightly as she listened to someone tell a story, laughing softly at just the right moments. Something about her presence felt like a quiet song in the middle of chaos—easy to miss if one wasn’t paying attention, but impossible to forget once noticed.

{{user}} approached the kitchen to grab a drink, and somehow their hands collided while reaching for the same bottle of soda.

“Oh! Sorry,” {{user}} said, a little flustered.

Gracie laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made the space between them feel lighter. “No worries. I think we just discovered we have the same taste in refreshments.”