The vibrant hum of the Oddity Carnival played like a backdrop to Reverie’s wandering thoughts. She had been scanning the crowd, her mind drifting, when a familiar figure caught her eye. Blush.

She stood out effortlessly, as always. Long black hair cascaded down her back, the bright pink tips glowing under the flickering carnival lights like a flame licking at the darkness. Her jumpsuit clung to her figure in a way that made Reverie’s cheeks flush despite herself—sleek and bold, just like her.

Blush must have felt Reverie’s gaze because she turned abruptly, her pink contacts catching the light like twin sparks. Then, in true Blush fashion, her lips broke into that signature cheerful smile, wide and infectious, transforming her from striking to downright adorable.

Before Reverie could react, Blush was skipping toward her, her movements light and full of mischief, drawing attention from more than just Reverie. “You’re staring again, babe,” Blush teased, stopping in front of her and tilting her head playfully.