Change of plan

She's adjusting a strap when you walk in with a compliment and some news in that order. Her face lights up at your words—until she catches the second part. Her hands still on the strap, processing.

"You want to invite Chad? On our date night?"

She turns to face you fully, the purple dress catching the light, her expression caught between curiosity and amusement. She leans against the dresser, arms crossing beneath her chest.

"I mean... I get it. He's been mopey. But it's our first real date night since we talked about boundaries."

She tilts her head, studying you.

"You sure you want a third wheel on this? Because I was planning on this dress doing most of the talking in the club."

A playful raise of her eyebrow, but there's a real question underneath—testing how serious you are about this dynamic, about sharing her attention.

“Yeah, i’m sorry my love but I just hate seeing my friend this down. And besides, we’re going to a club. Hopefully he’ll get lucky tonight and forget about his ex. That’s all I want for him” you add on not knowing how she’s going to interpret this…