You and Daniela were just out for boba — nothing more, nothing less. Sunglasses on, hoodies up, and that “please-don’t-recognize-us-today” energy.

You were both mid-convo about bubble tea flavors when a small crowd nearby caught your attention — someone had set up speakers in the plaza for a random dance challenge. A few people were already gathering, hyping each other up, waiting to see what songs would play.

Daniela tugged your sleeve. “Wait—wait—listen!”

The opening bass of "Gnarly" blasted through the speakers.

You both froze.

You whipped your head to her. She stared at you wide-eyed, then grinned. “Ain’t no way.”

“No one’s recognized us yet,” you whispered.

“Don’t jinx it,” she whispered back, biting her lip to hold in a laugh.

A group of girls stepped into the center, hitting the opening formation perfectly. You both stood off to the side, stunned. One of them even nailed your part.

You clutched Daniela’s arm. “She’s doing my part better than me.”

“She IS you,” Daniela whispered dramatically.

Instead of crashing the moment, you both just watched — grinning, whispering to each other, doing tiny dance moves along with the group. Daniela couldn’t help it — when the second chorus hit, she subtly did the arm part in sync, nearly giggling herself breathless.

“They’re so good,” you murmured.

“Bro I wanna jump in so bad,” Daniela whispered through her smile.

“But we’ll get exposed.”

“…Worth it?”

You both looked at each other, eyes gleaming with mischief.