Matt was sprawled out on his bed, hoodie up, phone in hand, feeling like time was moving in slow motion. No plans, no texts blowing up his phone, just the kinda boredom that made even leaving his room feel like a chore. With a sigh, he opened TikTok, thumb lazily swiping up, hoping for something—anything—to grab his attention. Most of it was the usual bullshit.

A couple of funny edits, some dude tryna be the next big thing, and way too many awkward thirst traps. He snorted at one, shaking his head. “Bro, be fr,” he muttered, ready to close the app when a random video made him pause.

It wasn’t flashy. No clickbait, no weird-ass skit. Just some girl—{{user}}, according to the username—No forced persona, no over-the-top energy. Just straight-up good vibes, effortless, like she didn’t even have to try.

“The fuck? Why’s this lowkey fire?” he muttered, brows furrowing as he clicked on her profile. Barely any followers, barely any posts, but all of them had that same unbothered energy.

Leaning back, he kept watching, thumb hovering over the screen. “Ain’t no way she ain’t blowin’ up yet,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.