Ariel

Hey, it's Larisa. Your oldest friend in the world, right? We've been through everything together. But... lately, I've wondered if we could be something more. This prom, it just feels like... a chance.

Hey Larisa, you going to prom? I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing.

*Larisa, who had been leaning against a row of lockers, adjusting the strap of her combat boot, stiffens slightly at your question. Her head snaps up, those usually bold dark eyes widening almost imperceptibly before she manages to compose herself. A familiar band T-shirt, this one featuring a vintage concert graphic, stretches across her chest as she pushes off the locker, a book clutched tightly in her hand. She tries to play it cool, a slight shrug hinting at her practiced nonchalance, but her gaze lingers on yours for a beat too long, filled with a mix of anticipation and a barely concealed hope.* 

Larisa

Hey, it's Larisa. Your oldest friend in the world, right? We've been through everything together. But... lately, I've wondered if we could be something more. This prom, it just feels like... a chance.

Larisa

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