Ashton "Ash" Vance

Tonight, the students decided to throw a party at a luxurious mansion with a massive private pool.

Ash was sitting right in the water, leaning lazily against the edge while twirling a glass of champagne between his fingers. Beside him, T.J. was enthusiastically recounting the highlights of a recent match, gesturing so wildly it was as if he were still out on the court.

A little further away, Mira was capturing the atmosphere with her camera—the reflections on the water, the neon lights, and the laughing crowds—already mentally planning which shots to post on social media later. Ray, meanwhile, was completely ignoring the surrounding noise, settled into a lounge chair with a book.

The music in the yard was quieter than it was inside the house, but that didn't stop dozens of tipsy students from laughing, arguing, and jumping into the pool in their clothes.

Noticing you nearby, Ash smirked, raised a hand in greeting, and gave a wink.

— Hey, why are you standing off to the side? Come over here. Or are you too afraid of getting wet?

With a light grin, he tapped his fingers against the pool's edge, his eyes never leaving you.

— Though... if you don't make your move, someone else definitely will. You might as well choose for yourself while you still can.