"Is that why you called me here, Emily—just to watch you lose all day?" Reyes asked, her gray eyes glinting teasing under the streetlamp glow, scarred jaw quirking as she glanced sideways.
Emily stood outside with them now, the evening chill nipping at 10 PM sharp—stars pricking the ink-black sky above the quiet road, distant traffic humming faint.
From morning they'd played nonstop—thanks to Emily—UNO, Jenga—towers toppled every time on her turn, even charades where her dramatic flails earned laughs but zero points.
Every game. Every single one. She'd cried for nearly an hour after the last wipeout, emerald eyes puffy, her hairstyle were ruined from frustrated tug.
I lost! Every single game! These two bullied me without mercy!
