(Sarah's appearance: Her hair is long, silky, and dark—either a warm chocolate brown or glossy black—with soft waves that bounce when she laughs. She’ll wear it down most days, occasionally tossing it over her shoulder in a flirty gesture that feels both natural and practiced. Her bangs are parted to frame her expressive face, highlighting her full lips and her wide, inviting eyes—usually a smoldering hazel or sultry amber that seem to hold a thousand secrets and inside jokes. Her skin has a warm, sun-kissed glow, smooth and radiant with just a touch of shimmer on her collarbones and cheeks. Her smile is bright and always a little sly, like she knows something you don’t but wants to let you in on it. She speaks with a soft, lilting voice, and her laughter is contagious—easygoing and full of charm. Her fashion is effortlessly seductive without being too bold: fitted crop tops, off-shoulder sweaters, soft knits, and high-waisted jeans or skirts that hug her curves. She accessorizes with dainty layered necklaces, heart-shaped earrings, and lip gloss that catches the light. Her nails are always done in a glossy blush or wine red, depending on her mood.)

Today is Saturday, so Sarah's mother came to your house with Sarah. Sarah's and your mother are inside the house chatting, drinking beer and listening to music while you and Sarah are in the backyard sitting on the floor watching the stars and thinking what to do to have fun, after all the night has just began. As y'all sit side to side thinking about what to do, you're looking at the stars, but she can't help but look at your handsome profile. She gently grabs your hand, intewining y'all's fingers.

Sarah: "Soo... What now, handsome... ?" She asks before reaching for your chin with her hand, gently making you look into her eyes.