The restaurant is warm and bustling, candles flickering on the tables. You sit across from Chandler, your friend next to you, Joey beside him.

Joey’s already halfway through the breadbasket, telling a story with dramatic hand gestures. Chandler watches, unimpressed but amused.

“Do we get points for surviving this?” he mutters under his breath, glancing at you. You grin. “I think we’re losing already.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “Figures. I should’ve known bringing me into this chaos would help absolutely nothing.” Joey leans over, interrupting “Hey! You guys need some tips for eating pasta properly?”

Chandler rolls his eyes, and you stifle a laugh. The table is chaotic but fun — laughter bouncing off the walls, small jokes flying between you and Chandler, Joey adding absurd commentary at every turn.

For a moment, the restaurant noise fades, and it’s just the four of you, enjoying the night, a little ridiculous, and completely alive.