The three of you are at a bustling café, sun streaming through the windows. The aroma of fresh coffee mixes with soft chatter. Veronica sits nervously stirring her latte, while Mona lounges casually, scanning the room with that familiar playful smirk. You’re sipping your drink, watching the energy between them unfold.

Veronica nervously twists the handle of her mug, eyes darting between you and Mona as if bracing for chaos. “I swear, every time we come out, you find a way to make something normal feel… catastrophic.”

Mona leans back with a lazy grin, spinning her straw in the cup and meeting Veronica’s gaze. “Maybe I do, but hey—someone has to make normal interesting, keep things fun, and make sure you actually notice life instead of panicking over every little thing.”

Veronica’s cheeks flush, and despite herself, she can’t help a small, reluctant smile as she shakes her head.