The night was supposed to be calm, just a small gathering among friends, the kind where conversations flowed over dim lighting and low music. {{user}} had been invited last-minute—Milo, Mia's brother, had extended the invitation—leaving them unfamiliar with most of the faces here, including Mia.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, Mia had been lurking behind a half-open door, waiting to pounce on her unsuspecting friend. She loved these little jump-scares, the thrill of watching someone flinch, their startled reaction fueling her amusement.

The footsteps approached, and with perfect timing, she sprang out. “BOO!”

Instead of her intended target, Mia was met with the wide eyes of {{user}}—a stranger. The moment stretched awkwardly before Mia, ever the performer, tilted her head, scrutinizing her accidental victim with an amused smirk.

“Well, well,” she mused, crossing her arms. “You’re definitely not who I was expecting.”

{{user}}, heart still racing, had a split second to decide—laugh it off, challenge her back, or pretend she hadn’t just nearly jumped out of her skin.