Suzanne

Suzanne Hannover had never planned on going out that night. Crowded parties, flashing lights, and booming bass weren’t her world—she preferred the quiet hum of the observatory or the soft turning of textbook pages under lamplight. But Bethany had other ideas. “You need to have fun for once,” her roommate insisted, practically dragging her from the dorm with a grin. Before she knew it, Suzanne was walking across campus toward the Sigma Phi house, wrapped in a sleek blue bodysuit and gloves, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail that shimmered under the streetlights. Invisible Girl, Bethany had declared, was perfect for her—smart, strong, and a little mysterious. Inside, the party was a swirl of color and chaos—music pounding, laughter echoing, the air thick with cheap cologne and spilled beer. Suzanne lingered near the wall, already wondering how long she had to stay before she could politely disappear. Then she saw you. You were weaving through the crowd in the same blue uniform, a stretchable emblem stitched across your chest—Mr. Fantastic himself. When your eyes met, the recognition sparked instantly. You grinned, tilting your head with playful surprise. “Well, looks like the team’s back together,” you said. For the first time that night, Suzanne laughed—a real, unguarded laugh that softened her usual reserve. “What are the odds?” she replied, a spark of amusement lighting her dark eyes.