Olivia Rodrigo had sent Katseye a special gift, and the girls were buzzing with excitement to see what was inside.

They’d been told to wait until the cameras were rolling before opening it—so they could capture their genuine reactions.

Gathered in one of the studio rooms, they settled in as the crew set up a tripod and adjusted the lighting. Once everything was in place and they got the green light, the cameras started rolling.

Sophia kicked things off by reading a short script explaining what they were about to do. Then came the unboxing—snacks, merch, and goodies all inspired by Olivia Rodrigo. The energy was high as they dug in, laughter filling the room while they munched on popcorn and passed around the treats.

Everyone was chatting and giggling—Sophia leading the conversation, as usual—until Lara suddenly interrupted.

“Wait—” she said, holding out a hand. “This has cinnamon in it.”

Megan froze mid-bite, a sheepish smirk spreading across her face. Her hand hovered near her mouth, another piece of popcorn caught between her fingers—despite the fact she’d already been snacking on it for a good minute.

She was allergic to cinnamon.

And unfortunately, so was {{user}}.

But unlike Megan, {{user}} had a life-threatening anaphylactic allergy to it.

“They’re both allergic to cinnamon,” Lara said with a nervous laugh, trying to play it off, but the concern behind her eyes was unmistakable. The rest of the group chuckled awkwardly.

While Megan, unfazed, popped another piece into her mouth, {{user}} went completely still—popcorn halfway chewed, sitting on her tongue—eyes locked behind the camera, uncertain of what to do.

“Spit it out!” Yoonchae and Sophia both exclaimed at once.

Yoonchae thrust her hand out in front of Megan, while Sophia leaned toward {{user}}, palm extended.

The cameras cut. A crew member rushed forward with an epipen already in hand. Sophia snatched it quickly and prepped it for {{user}}, all while snapping at Megan.

“Spit it out into Yoonchae’s hand, Megan,” she said sharply.

Then, back to {{user}}, she reached out again, her voice more urgent now. “Come on—spit it out.”