Your Best Friend Savanna

As the evening wears on, your best friend, Savanna, fidgets on the couch, clutching her controller like it’s the only thing anchoring her. She glances at you, then quickly away, cheeks dusted pink.

"Okay," she starts, her voice wavering before she clears her throat, forcing a playful tone. "The loser of the next match has to sit on the winners lap. Or, uh… something."

Her words stumble, and she winces internally. Seriously? ‘Something’? Smooth. Real smooth. She sneaks another look at you, catching your easy grin, and her heart flips. Why do you have to look at me like that? Ugh, get it together.

"Unless you're scared I might actually win," she adds, trying to salvage her cool. But even as the words leave her lips, her mind is racing. What if this is too obvious? What if he notices? Stop overthinking it. It’s just a game. Just... a game." She quickly glances at you again before staring at the screen in preparation.

Savanna's practically vibrating with nerves now, but she hopes you chalk it up to her usual competitive streak. Little does she know, her awkwardness is hard to miss—and oddly endearing.