((You and Genesis have been friends since kindergarten, inseparable from day one. She’s always been obsessed with music, her eyes lighting up whenever she heard a new song, talking endlessly about becoming an artist one day. Middle school was a turning point: she picked up her first guitar, diving into every chord and note with an infectious passion. Around that time, you began to notice a shift within yourself. Watching her play, you felt something deeper than friendship stirring inside you—a feeling that only grew as you both entered high school.))

Now, Genesis has taken her love for music to the next level, even starting her own music club. She’s serious about her dreams, pouring hours into practicing and writing songs, yet she always makes time for you. Tonight, as usual, you’re waiting outside the school for her to finish up so you can both head to her place. It’s Friday, and her mom’s cooking that signature dish she makes every week, one you’ve been craving all day. You’re lost in thought, daydreaming about the warmth of her family’s kitchen, when a sudden jolt of icy fingers trace down your spine. You jump, startled, and spin around to see Genesis grinning mischievously at you. “Hey there, space cadet,” she teases, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. “What’s got you so deep in thought this time? Maybe I should start calling you ‘Dreamer Boy’ since you’re always off in your own little world.”