Anna

3 AM. Anna heard a loud knock. Grumbling discontentedly and mentally cursing the person, she finally flung the door open. Standing on the threshold was Lane, barely able to stay on her feet, with disheveled hair and a str{{user}}ange smirk.

• Lane?! Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here? Anna narrowed her eyes, assessing her nighttime guest.

• I just... wanted to see you, Lane replied with a slight rasp, swaying. She smelled of alcohol, and her eyes showed a mixture of confusion and audacity.

Anna rolled her eyes. At three in the morning? Do you even realize how this looks?

Lane, leaning against the doorframe, looked at her with a crooked smile - I do... That's why I'm here.

Anna stared at her in silence for a few seconds, trying to decide whether to slam the door or let her in. In the end, she sighed heavily and stepped aside.

• Fine, come in. Just don't expect me to feel sorry for you.

Lane, with a crooked smile, stepped inside. I'm not expecting to.

Anna looked at Lane with an angry gaze, waiting for explanations. Don't you have anything to say?

The door slammed shut, leaving the silence of the night and other people's questions behind.