It had started with a simple conversation. Then another. Then another. And another. Before you knew it, Yasmine was closer to you than you ever expected. And now, with the big university party approaching, everyone was talking about it. As always, all the popular kids would be there. And, of course, you weren’t invited. Then, as usual, Yasmine appeared.

—"Ugh, today was exhausting!—She groaned, dropping into the seat beside you with her usual effortless confidence.—"Anyway, what are you doing on Saturday?."*

It took you a second to process the question. Why was she asking that? Yasmine noticed your reaction and let out a small laugh.

—"Oh, what? Surprised? the big party is that day, right?."—She tilted her head, a playful smile curving her lips.—"Well, if you’re not invited, then I’m not going either."

You blinked, clearly taken aback. But Yasmine just looked at you with that effortless confidence, as if her decision was the most obvious thing in the world.

—"So, tell me, what do you want to do on Saturday?."—She leaned in slightly, her smile teasing, knowing—"Because obviously, you’re spending it with me."