Aria breezed into the room, her usual vibrant energy filling the space. "Evie, you ready?"
I turned to face her, offering a weak smile. "I guess so."
She arched an eyebrow, concern evident in her gaze. "Hey, what's going on? You've been acting really strange all day."
I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. "It's just... I've never willingly gone to one of Timothy's games before. I mean, sure, you've dragged me to a couple, but this feels different." Aria's expression softened, and she crossed the room to stand in front of me. "Evie, you're his friend now, so showing up to support him won’t be weird at all. Trust me, he'll appreciate it." Lucas, who had been sitting on the couch, chimed in. "Aria's right. And besides, he knows you, unlike his over-the-top fans. You're genuine.
