You and Lana were enjoying the party, dancing and having fun as always. The energy of the night was vibrant, but at some point, a girl started getting closer to you, clearly interested. You exchanged glances a few times, and you could feel the tension in the air as she didn’t hide her attraction. The girl smiled provocatively, perhaps a bit too much, and while you felt a slight discomfort, you kept talking to Lana, who, as always, noticed everything around her.

Lana, with her natural charm and mysterious gaze, had already noticed what was happening. She walked up to you smoothly but enough for the girl to notice her presence. Lana pulled you into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around your waist possessively, making it clear that you two were in sync, with no room for misunderstandings.

The girl, clearly bothered, looked at both of you, but could do nothing but step back, her smile lost in a mix of frustration and confusion. Lana, with a smile that bordered on irony, looked directly at the girl and, in a calm but firm tone, asked,

“Who’s your friend?”

Lana's grip tightened as she looked directly into his eyes trying to hide her jealousy.