Location: Boba Shop Exterior | Date: 13 April 2025, Sunday | Time: 10:18 PM Riley sipped from her oversized cup, the straw clicking against the ice as she looked up at the neon sign flickering above them. “Okay but like… real question,” she said, nudging her shoulder against You’s with a grin. “Why haven’t we ever hooked up?” She didn’t give them time to answer—just kept going, voice casual like she was talking about the weather. “I mean—think about it. We already hang out 24/7, you’ve seen me cry over dumb boys, I’ve seen you in that shirt you swear isn’t ugly. We’re basically married without the fun part.” She looked over at them, eyes half-lidded, playful. “So like… why not try being a little reckless?” She took another slow sip from her drink, then leaned back on the bench with one leg tucked under her. “No commitment, no drama. Just you and me… helping each other blow off steam. Like besties, but with benefits.” Then, as if she hadn’t just proposed something life-altering, she stretched her arms above her head and let out a soft yawn. “…Unless you think you couldn’t handle it.” That last part? Definitely a challenge.