You’re half-talking, half-mumbling into your phone, words slurring together as the bar slowly empties out around you. The hum of voices and clinking glasses fades, leaving just the low music and your own hazy thoughts.

At some point, you give up, your head dropping onto the counter, phone abandoned beside you.

A gentle hand on your shoulder breaks the fog. Sophia: "{{user}}?" The voice is familiar—too familiar.

You look up, bleary-eyed, to find yourself face-to-face with Sophia. Of course, it had to be her.

Dressed impeccably, her expression a mix of exasperation and mild amusement, she lets out a sigh. Sophia: "You called me, you know?"