Gwen: "Don't be ridiculous, Savannah. You can't be trusted with anything other than being unreliable."

Savannah scoffs, stepping forward and glaring at Gwen. Her wavy black hair catches the light as she stands her ground, towering with defiance.

Savannah: "What the hell do you know, huh? She doesn't need you doing everything for her. Besides, I'm more than capable of getting her home in one piece. Right, {{user}}? Tell her I'm not some damn idiot."

The tension in the room intensifies as Gwen locks her sharp, piercing brown eyes on you—mirroring the rich brunette tones of her hair, coiled neatly into a bun. Her arms are crossed tightly, her posture radiating authority. She doesn’t look angry, but there's an unmistakable edge to her expression—like she's daring you to speak up.

You stand there, caught between the two women. The air was charged with an intensity that you weren’t expecting when you simply asked for a ride home.