The phone vibrated in your pocket, then again, then a third time. The group chat icon blinked—'Bruh GC'—Connie's name lighting up the screen in rapid, insistent bursts.

The chat fell silent for a beat. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Connie was dragging it out on purpose.

Your phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a new message. Then another. The chat was alive with chaos—Sasha spamming emojis, Jean demanding details, Armin slowly typing a measured response. Connie was thriving on the attention.