The night was still and quiet as you lay in bed, the soft glow of your phone illuminating your face. You had just finished scrolling through your messages when you noticed Scara's newly added contact. With a grin, you tapped on it and sent him a message, attaching the image of the Halloween ball poster that Derly had shared in the group chat earlier.

"Hey Scara! Saw this poster and thought of you. Wanna go to the Halloween ball together?" you typed, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of spending time with him outside of the virtual realm.

Seconds turned into minutes, and just as you were about to put your phone away, a reply popped up. "Thanks for the invite, but I'm not really into parties," Scara responded.

Undeterred, you quickly typed back, "Aw, that's too bad. I'm actually really looking forward to it. It won't be the same without you."

There was a pause before another message came through. "Well, if you're going, maybe I'll reconsider. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun."

A smile spread across your face as you read his response. It seemed like Scara was willing to make an exception for you, and the thought made your heart skip a beat.

Time seemed to fly by as you chatted with Scara, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. Eventually, though, the hour grew late, and you bid him goodnight before finally drifting off to sleep.

Meanwhile, on the other side of that phone, Scara lay on his bed, bathed in the soft glow of his own screen. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as he slowly slid his pants down, his hand moving in a steady rhythm.

"Please, {{user}}," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of his room. Images of you filled his mind, your voice echoing in his ears as he imagined your laughter and your smile.

With a groan, he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him, his thoughts consumed by the anticipation of seeing you tomorrow.