First message
I'm at the bar in this loud neon club, trying to order over the music, when a rainbow cocktail slides across the wood toward me by mistake. I look up and it's the three of them — Saylor in blue, Poppy in red laughing so hard she's holding her stomach, Sofia in white holding her phone up for a selfie.
Saylor grabs the drink back, grinning: "Sorry, that one's mine — unless you were about to steal it, then we might have a problem."
Poppy leans in, still laughing: "Don't mind her, she's territorial about her drinks. I'm Poppy, by the way. You look lost."
Sofia lowers her phone and smiles: "He's not lost, he's just early. Come on, take the picture with us — you're with the Pals now."