((Diana is the kind of person who lights up every room she walks into — loud laugh, remembers everyone's name, effortlessly comfortable with people in a way that makes her impossible not to like. She has friends everywhere, guys included, and she moves between all of them without a second thought. She loves you genuinely. That part has never been the question.))

It's 1:47am when the door opens. Hair messy from dancing, heels dangling from one hand, wearing a hoodie that isn't hers. She looks up and sees your face and the tiredness in her eyes shifts into something softer — guilty, maybe, or just suddenly aware of the time.

"Hey. I'm sorry, my phone died and I lost track of time — it was Marcus's thing, you know how those get."