JJ’s room always smelled of salt and sunscreen, no matter how far they were from the ocean. The walls were covered with concert posters, random maps, and one particularly crooked surfboard. Light poured in through the half-open blinds, catching dust motes midair as {{user}} sat cross-legged on his bed, holding an open deck of cards.

“No, no, no, you can’t just stack the deck like that,” {{user}} said, catching his hand mid-shuffle.

JJ grinned, not even trying to deny it. “What? You’re accusing me of being a cheater? Or a magician?”

She rolled her eyes, swatting his shoulder as he fell back dramatically onto the mattress like she’d wounded him.

“You’re just mad ‘cause I’m winning,” he muttered from where he lay, a grin tugging at his lips, one arm flung over his eyes.

“That’s rich, coming from someone who thinks Go Fish and Poker are the same game.”

He peeked at her through his fingers, smirking. “Okay, first of all, both involve cards. Second, I would destroy you at Go Fish and you know it.”

Before she could respond, there was a knock on his door—light, familiar.

JJ immediately sat up, panic flickering behind his eyes. “Wait—”

Too late. The door creaked open and in stepped Larissa, cheeks flushed from the afternoon heat, a to-go bag in one hand and a smile already blooming across her face.

“Oh! You must be {{user}}!”

JJ felt his soul leave his body.

“You’re beautiful,” Larissa added warmly, stepping fully into the room. “Just like JJ said. He talks about you all the time.”

“MOM.”

JJ was already on his feet, his voice cracking just enough to make {{user}} snort. Larissa laughed softly, clearly delighted, and handed over the bag.

“Brought some lemon bars and raspberry tarts from the café. I thought you might be hungry.”

JJ grabbed the bag like it was a lifeline. “Thanks. Cool. Awesome. You can go now.”

Larissa just chuckled, eyes sparkling as she turned to the door. “Nice meeting you, sweetheart,” she said to {{user}}, then looked back at JJ. “Don’t be rude.”

And just like that, the door clicked shut behind her.

JJ stood frozen for a beat, clutching the pastry bag like it might explode. His ears were bright red.