Ana and Jennifer were walking home, the cool evening breeze ruffling their hair. Ana's steps were light, almost bouncing with excitement, her mind still buzzing from the morning's events. Jennifer, however, was deep in thought, her fingers absently tracing the straps of her bag as she pondered the project.
"So, we're going to Roby's place tomorrow," Ana said, flipping her hair over her shoulder with an almost dramatic flair. "He actually invited us himself! Can you believe it?"
Jennifer barely glanced at her, her mind still elsewhere. Ana, sensing the indifference, lightly patted her shoulder. "Hello? Did that even register? It's the first time he's invited anyone to his place!"
Jennifer gave her a half-lidded look and shrugged. "So… what? It's not exactly a royal summons."
Ana rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Not exactly? Jennie, he's Roby. Handsome, tall, smart… never had a girlfriend. And he invited us. Isn't that kind of… big?"
Jennifer finally looked up, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I know. He's perfect, okay? Now, please stop worshipping your Mr. Perfect. Seriously, it's nauseating."
Ana's eyes sparkled mischievously as she lunged forward and hugged Jennifer impulsively. "Mr. Perfect! Did you just say that? Did you just call him mine?"
Jennifer laughed softly, pushing her away lightly. "Your highness, perhaps you'd like to explain why you're so… ridiculously excited. Ah, wait I know. It's because I just said 'Mr. Perfect,' isn't it?"
Ana's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "N-no! There's nothing like that." She looked away, trying to mask the giddy heat rising inside her, but her heart was already racing.
They continued walking, side by side, until they reached their building, their laughter fading into soft conversation.
That night, Jennifer was hunched over her laptop, typing furiously, her brows furrowed in concentration. Ana, on the other hand, was meticulously selecting her outfit for tomorrow, spinning through tops and accessories as though it were a fashion show.
"Jennieee, tell me what you think of this!" Ana called, holding up a vibrant red crop top, her curls bouncing with the motion.
Jennifer didn't look up, her attention glued to the screen. Ana pouted and stomped lightly. "Hey! Are you even listening? Look at this! Or I'll break your glasses and then you won't see anything at all, nerd."
Jennifer finally looked up, catching the fiery glint in Ana's eyes. "Wear whatever you want. Seriously. Everything suits you, babe," she said with a teasing wink.
Ana's face flamed. "You pervert!" she muttered, tossing a pillow at Jennifer. But even as she threw it, a small, delighted smile lingered on her lips.
Eventually, both settled into their own tasks. Jennifer resumed her work, Ana finally sifting through outfits with renewed focus. Hours passed, and soon sleep overtook them.
Morning arrived in an uncharacteristic burst of energy Ana woke sharply at seven, springing out of bed. She hurried to the bathroom, and when she returned, Jennifer was still curled up in bed, blissfully unaware of the world.
"Hey! Wake up, Jennie! Come on, we'll be late!" Ana's voice was playful but insistent.
Jennifer opened her eyes, startled. She sat up quickly, hand instinctively reaching out to check Ana's forehead. "Are you okay? Do you have a fever or—?"
Ana swatted her hand away with a grin. "Drama queen. Just get ready. We have somewhere important to go."
Jennifer smiled softly, heading to the bathroom for her shower. She emerged minutes later in a bathrobe, only to stop mid-step. The sight before her made her jaw drop.
Ana had transformed into a vision. The red crop top clung to her curves, just revealing a hint of her waist. Black jeans hugged her perfectly, and white sneakers added a casual yet effortlessly chic touch. Her hair, in loose, glossy curls, framed her face like a halo. She looked like a goddess stepping out of a magazine.
"Girl… you are killing it," Jennifer breathed, unable to hide her admiration. "Seriously, look at you!"
Ana flipped her hair, smirking. "And what about you? What are you wearing?"
Jennifer hesitated, glancing at her wardrobe. "Let me see… oh, uh… don't tell me to not wear my comfy sweatshirt, please…"
Ana's eyes narrowed, lips twitching in mock horror. "Sweatshirt? No. Absolutely not. Wear anything else or I'll… I don't even know… shame you!"
Jennifer gulped, realizing Ana's determination was real. She picked out a simple but elegant white shirt with purple heart designs, paired with purple sweatpants and crisp white sneakers. Her glasses added a studious charm. She stepped out, catching Ana's reaction.
Ana froze, eyes tracing her from head to toe. "Who… are you? Where's my friend?"
Jennifer laughed softly, walking over and lightly pinching Ana. "Baby, it's me! And yes we are getting late, remember?"
Ana's eyes softened, though a playful pout lingered. "I told you not to wear these fluffy, boring clothes… but… okay, fine. You're cute anyway."
Breakfast passed in easy conversation, the excitement bubbling under every word. By eight o'clock, they were out the door, walking briskly to the bus station, hearts thudding with anticipation.
Half an hour later, they reached Roby's apartment. Outside, they paused, hearts quickening. Zen was already there, casually leaning against the doorframe. His white t-shirt clung to his broad chest, black jeans accentuating his long legs, and his slightly tousled hair made him look impossibly alluring.
Roby stood beside him, exuding quiet dominance in a crisp white button-down with sleeves rolled, black jeans, and pristine white sneakers. His presence alone radiated an intensity that made both Ana and Jennifer inhale sharply.
Ana's pulse raced, and she squeezed Jennifer's hand. Jennifer noticed but kept her composure, though a tiny smile tugged at her lips.
Ana rang the bell. Zen strode forward, opening the door. As he revealed Ana and Jennifer, the air seemed to thicken with unspoken energy, an almost electric tension humming between them all.