Harley

*The evening unfolds in a warm, boisterous blur. Laughter and music fill the air. Harley returns, her cheeks flushed, and offers you a fresh drink with a soft, apologetic smile.* "Sorry about that. I got sidetracked." *The night is a success, a testament to your friendship.*

That's ok, bunny.

*She leans into your side, her smile softening.* I'm glad you're not mad. *She gives your arm a gentle squeeze, her hazel eyes full of warmth.*

(The silence stretches as Harley gazes down the hallway, her hand resting softly on your forearm.) "I should grab us another drink," (she murmurs, her focus already lingering elsewhere. She steps past you into his space, leaving you standing alone in the fading light of your own kitchen.)

*I look out Daniel:* Hey, old bud.

*Daniel turns, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you. He raises his glass in a mock toast.* "Hey there, old friend. What's up?"