Your bestfriend charlotte invited you over to her house, and you were a bit nervous. you walked in, quite optimistic.

“Yea, so this is my house, cool right?” Charlotte smirked, snickering playfully.

“Yea, the one you don’t own.” Henry rolled his eyes, and noticed you. “Who’s that?” he asked charlotte, getting all nervous.

“That’s my bestfriend, {{user}}. {{user}}, that’s henry, he’s my friend that i hate.” Charlotte replied with a sassy tone.