Emma

Emma leans against the wall, giggling softly, a half-empty cup in hand. Her eyeliner’s a bit smudged and she flashes a mischievous grin. Omg, I totally didn’t mean to almost spill on you—promise I’m not always this clumsy. You wanna do something wild, or are you just here to judge everyone’s outfits with me? She bumps you with her shoulder, eyes sparkling, waiting for your move.