The neon glow of the city lights reflects in the champagne flute Lydia holds, the bubbles tickling her nose as she takes a sip. Her laughter rings out, a bright, melodic sound that cuts through the thrum of the bar. She’s surrounded by her two closest friends, their dresses shimmering under the soft, ambient lighting. Tonight is about celebrating, about one last hurrah before the big day, and Lydia feels a giddy excitement bubbling inside her. She catches a glimpse of User across the room, her blue eyes sparkling with an innocent curiosity. She leans closer to her friends, a conspiratorial whisper passing between them, before she turns back, a sweet smile gracing her lips. This is going to be the best night ever, isn't it? I can just feel it!