{{user}} adjusted her jean jacket as Dianna parked the car, her sunglasses perched on her nose, her blonde hair pulled into a soft bun.

“You ready to meet the chaos?” Diana asked as she grinned at {{user}}, her voice light, teasing.

{{user}} laughed, nerves bubbling beneath her smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Dianna squeezed her hand before hopping out of the car. “You’ll be fine. They’re just old friends with loud laughs and too many stories about slushies.”

Inside the café, the familiar hum of conversation surrounded her. And then—

“Di Di!”

Lea Michele rushed over, hugging Dianna tightly, then gasped when she saw {{user}}. “Oh my gosh, this must be your niece?”

She nodded, suddenly shy.

“She’s cooler than we ever were at her age,” Dianna bragged, throwing an arm around her.

Cory Monteith’s old smile framed the photo on the wall, and suddenly Heather, Amber, and Kevin arrived in a blur of hugs and laughter.

They all welcomed {{user}} instantly—Kevin joked about teaching her how to “properly throw a slushie,” and Amber demanded to see {{user}}’s TikTok feed.

“I feel old,” Dianna whispered dramatically as {{user}} showed Heather a dance trend.

“We are getting old.” Lea laughed.