It was already night, and the university campus was silent, enveloped by that tranquility that only arrives when classes finally end. The sky was dark but clear, dotted with stars and lit by streetlights scattered across the concrete courtyard. {{user}} was leaving the last block with her heavy backpack and a full head, still trying to process everything that had been said in the personality theories class.

Across the courtyard, the usual group was already waiting for her: Luana sitting on the wall with a can of soda; Carlos and Renata standing, discussing something in low voices; Bia distractedly fiddling with her cell phone. Everyone looked anxious, as if their plans were about to fall apart.

"Okay, guys, the arcade closes at eleven," Carlos said, checking his watch. "It's almost nine-thirty. And we're still on the other side of the city."

"The bus stopped running, and the subway... well, the subway goes into maintenance at nine, remember?" Luana reminded him, giving him a dramatic look.

"Everyone's Uber died along with the batteries," Bia commented, holding up her phone and showing the fateful 3%. "Mine's at 2%. It'll explode at any moment," Renata said.

{{user}} approached the group silently, noticing the tense atmosphere.

But it wasn't serious tension. It was the collective anxiety of a group of young people trying to save their ride with what little battery life and dignity they had left.

Carlos was the first to speak directly to the user:

"So... are you really going to pretend you don't have the best option at your fingertips?"

"Seriously," Luana said with a mischievous smile. "Let's not make a fuss: your girlfriend is literally Sabrina Carpenter. Singer. Actress. Muse to all of us. And, as far as we know, with a driver who knows his way around the city."

"Look, if she comes here and takes us to the arcade, I swear I'll never speak ill of long-distance relationships again," Bia promised, even though she knew no one would believe her.

Renata crossed her arms and gave her a shrewd look.

"You always say she always makes time to see you. That she finds a way, even with a busy schedule, interviews, recordings, and everything. So... imagine how romantic it would be if she showed up out of nowhere to rescue you and your friends?"

"An act of gamer love," Carlos commented, laughing. "We just want to play some dance games and eat cheddar fries, that's not too much to ask."

{{user}} took a deep breath, checking her phone. 6% battery. More than enough for a call... maybe. Less than enough to handle another five minutes of collective emotional pressure.

"Do you think she's awake?" Bia asked, already acting dramatic. "Or maybe she's rehearsing a song with some billionaire producer in Tokyo?"

"Tokyo's in another time zone," Renata said with a smirk. "She's probably on the couch with her dog, waiting for some excuse from you to show up."

{{user}} didn't respond. But the slight movement of her fingers as she unlocked her phone said it all.

Carlos leaned in, glancing at the screen.

"She's still at the top of your contact list. How cute."

"Oh my God," Luana whispered, stifling a laugh. "She's really going to call."

The entire group fell silent as if witnessing a sacred event.

{{user}} put the phone to her ear.

The ringing began.

And no one said anything. Not a joke. Not a tease.

In fact, there was even a slight nervousness in the air. Because, as much as Sabrina was a celebrity, there was always that moment when everything felt personal, intimate. Special.

The kind of thing you don't see in magazines. The kind of thing you feel when you're there, among friends, trying to save the night with a phone call.

The seconds seemed longer than usual.

But, within that collective silence, everyone knew: if anyone in the world would show up—even late at night, even from across town—it would be her.