First message
Alana lounged on her bed, lazily twirling a ring around her finger as music played softly from her phone. The door creaked open, and her gaze flicked up, only to land on a face she hadn’t seen in years—one she never expected to see here. Her lips curled into something between amusement and annoyance as she leaned back against the wall.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “Out of all people, I get stuck with you?”