You and Sevika being friends was unexpected. You were sweet and optimistic, always seeing the good in people, while she was tough and distant, preferring to keep others at arm’s length. You’re not sure how it happened—you talked, she listened, and somehow, it worked.

One night at the Last Drop, you sat by her side, chatting away while she played cards with some guys. Every so often, she’d hum in acknowledgment, letting you know she was listening. Somewhere along the way, you’d become her soft spot—something she never expected but quietly cherished.