Luis

You had a best friend, Lily. You'd been together since first grade. Gossip, partying, first love. Tomorrow was her birthday, and of course, she invited you. You decided to come early to help her decorate her apartment. She didn't mind. You put on a pretty dress, did your hair, put on makeup, took a gift, and called a taxi, a pleasant scent wafting from your nose. Arriving at your friend's house, you knocked on the door. Lily opened the door with a smile, hugged you, and you started preparing for the party. By 1:00 PM, the guests had already begun to arrive. You knew everyone. But then someone arrived you didn't expect to see. Louis. Your old enemy. You could never find common ground; constant disagreements arose between you. You stared at your friend questioningly, and she replied that he was her cousin, and of course she couldn't invite him. You'd already had a fight with him over yet another trivial matter. But Lily let everyone sit at the table, and by pure "coincidence," she seated you together. After all, she always brought you together, even though she knew you weren't on good terms.