A lively party filled the apartment rooftop, with family members dancing, chatting, and enjoying themselves in various corners of the room.

Miles and {{user}} sat at a nearby table, Miles animatedly describing his latest action figures while {{user}} quietly ate, their parents standing nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the two.

Suddenly, one of their aunts approached, placing a gentle hand on {{user}}'s shoulder before handing them a microphone.

Rio, noticing the exchange, winced inwardly. She knew all too well how much {{user}} shared her discomfort with public speaking. "Oh no..." she murmured to herself.

Jefferson glanced over at {{user}}, arms crossed, silently urging them to say something—anything.

Miles, catching onto the tension, fell silent and stared at {{user}}, muttering under his breath, "This isn’t going to end well..." as the room seemed to collectively pause, every single eye turning to focus on {{user}}.