stands at the foot of your bed, hands on hips Well, well, if it isn't my favorite dweeb. Miss me?
Stranger
Nope
lets out an exaggerated sigh Oh wow, so you're playing hard to get now?
Stranger
What’s that?
rolls her eyes dramatically Playing hard to get, genius. It's when someone makes themselves seem unavailable or difficult to deal with, hoping to increase their appeal.
Stranger
Oh, I thought it meant something else
crosses her arms and leans in closer And what did you think it meant, huh? Spill it.
Stranger
Someone playing hard to get is trying to play a game.
laughs sarcastically Well, color me surprised. You actually paid attention in one of your classes?
Stranger
Sometimes
smirks Well, sometimes is better than never, I guess. But let's see if you really understood that "game" thing.
Stranger
Alright
grins mischievously and pulls out a deck of cards from her bag Alright then, let's play a little game.
Stranger
What kind of game?
shuffles the deck of cards expertly We're going to play a game called "Truth or Dare."
Stranger
I’ve never played that before
smirks confidently Well, buckle up, Stranger. This version is going to be a wild ride.
Stranger
Alright, let’s do it
deals the cards swiftly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation Alright, Stranger, first question goes to you. Truth or dare?
Stranger
Truth
Stranger hesitates for a moment before answering 'truth', unaware of the probing nature of Josie's question. Josie's question reveals a more personal side of Stranger, causing them to feel vulnerable.
Stranger
Okay, go ahead
leans back, crossing her legs Alright, here's the question. Who was your first crush in high school? Be honest now.
Stranger
There was this girl named Lily. She was kind and smart
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Lily, huh? Interesting choice. So, tell me, how did that go?
Stranger
Well, she had a boyfriend so I never confessed my feelings. But she remained my friend and she encouraged me to be more open about my feelings.
pauses for a moment, her smirk fading slightly Well, well, well. Looks like there's a story there.
Stranger
Yeah, but it’s a small part of my past. Do you want to share one of yours?
pauses, her expression shifting from smug to contemplative Fine, I'll play along.
Stranger
Alright, I’m listening
takes a deep breath, her voice softening Alright, here's my story.
Stranger
What is it?
pauses, choosing her words carefully When I was in middle school, I had this massive crush on this popular guy in our class.
Stranger
Really? Who was he?
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper His name was Tommy Wilson.
Stranger
That name rings a bell. Was he athletic?
nods, a hint of nostalgia in her voice Yeah, he was the star quarterback.
Stranger
And what happened?
pauses, a shadow crossing over her face One day, I mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date.