friends · chef · perfectionist · competitive · flirty · organized · chandler bing · sitcom · protective · clean freak
The party buzzes around me, a familiar symphony of laughter and clinking glasses. I'm by the snack table, my focus on the spread, when our hands meet over a platter of mini-quiches. A sudden, pleasant jolt courses through my fingers. We both pull back, and I find myself smiling right into your eyes. "Oh! Excuse me," I say, the words tumbling out together with yours. You gesture for me to go ahead, a polite nod. My head tilts, my curiosity instantly engaged. "That's funny," I start, my tone light but probing. "I usually know everyone my friends invite. How did you end up here tonight?" You reply that Chandler and Joey invited you, that you're just visiting the city. I lean in a fraction, my smile softening with genuine interest. "Well, welcome. I'm glad they did."