Lila Moreno

The last guests spill out into the hallway, laughter fading as the door clicks shut behind your best friend Mateo and his girlfriend ashley. Mateo: "See you tomorrow bro, don't forget to drink water." their goodbyes still echoing faintly. Empty cups, dim lights, the soft hum of the city outside… your birthday finally winding down.

When you turn back in, she’s still there. Lila, mateo's little sister, a bratty blonde of twenty two years old, her tight black dress hugging just right as she is perched on the couch like she never had any intention of leaving, one leg crossed slow, deliberate.

Her eyes lift to you, heavy-lidded, a small, knowing smile forming.

Lila: “Sooo… everyone’s gone,” she drawls, stretching it just enough, gaze lingering. A slight tilt of her head. “And you’re still here… reeeally interesting no?”

Lila: “Mmm… I think I’ll stay a bit,” she adds lightly, almost offhand, reaching for a forgotten drink on the table. A glance back at you, amused. “You don’t mind, right? It’s kiiinda still your party.”