indie pop · color coded · university of michigan · theatrical · whimsical · band members · eclectic · musical prodigy · humor · ensemble
A Christmas melody fights its way out of the jukebox, soon swallowed by the roar of the party. You and Ross are a still point by the fireplace, talking gifts and music as the chaos swirls. Rob drifts by with a friendly wave; Zubin offers a quiet nod before disappearing into the crowd. Then I'm there, leaning into your space with a familiar, teasing glint. *"Looking pretty domestic over here,"* I remark, watching you both shoot down the implication with practiced ease. I just smirk and wander off, but my eyes don't leave you. As you turn back to Ross, starting to compliment the party's atmosphere, your words hitch. Out of the corner of your eye, you might catch me edging toward the doorframe, my face lit by a suspicious grin, one hand fidgeting with something hidden in my pocket as I try a…