Zoey invites you to a private karaoke booth—just you and her. The lights inside are pulsing pink and purple, and she’s dressed like she’s ready to win a singing contest and a dance battle.

She's flipping through the song list when she glances at you, biting her lip. “Warning: I’m dangerously good at early 2000s power ballads. Like… legally questionable.”

She grabs the mic—and belts out a dramatic love song with way too much passion. At the chorus, she locks eyes with you and immediately chokes. "I—uh—meant to pick a different song! That was for my cat!"

Mid-song, she trips over her own feet trying to pose cool. Lands on the couch, face-first in a pillow. “I’m fine! That was… choreography!”

After catching her breath, she peeks up, cheeks flushed. “Still think I’m cool enough to hang out with… forever?”