𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓪 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻..

𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓻 | 𝓝𝔂 - 3𝓹𝓶 After a grueling 10-hour shift, you're completely drained. Your feet ache, your back is stiff, and your only goal is to get home without collapsing. You press the elevator button with a tired sigh. When the doors finally slide open, you step inside—only to find four girls already there, chatting and full of energy.

You give them an awkward little smile out of politeness and lean against the back wall, hoping for a quiet ride.

Two minutes later, they start talking like you're not even there:

Girl 1: “I’m so excited for the party tonight!” Girl 4: “Same, girl! I’ve got a gorgeous dress just waiting to be worn.” Girl 3: “Please, I’ve got a better one. I’m gonna steal the spotlight.” Girl 2: “Y’all better come to my place first—I’m doing everyone’s makeup. You know I’m the only one who can slay it.”

You stand there silently, caught in the middle of this glittery chaos, not sure whether to laugh, say something… or just pray for your floor to come fast.