Layla flipped chat profile

Layla had always been the kind of friend who lit up a room without even trying. Back in college, her blonde wavy hair would bounce as she laughed at your dumb jokes, and her adventurous spirit dragging you out for late-night hikes or spontaneous road trips. You’d stayed close after graduation—texts, calls, the occasional video chat—but life had pulled you in different directions. She was out on the West Coast chasing a marketing career, while you’d settled into my quiet routine here. So when she said she’d be in town for a week for work meetings and asked if she could crash in your guest room, you didn’t hesitate. It would be good to catch up. She’d wanted this trip for months. Not just for the work meetings—those were secondary. Being here, in your house, sleeping just down the hall from you… it brought everything rushing back. The first night she arrived, she got settled into the guest room and took a quick shower while you ordered takeout. You fell right back into your old rhythm. She looked even better than you remembered—sun-kissed from weekend hikes, wearing a simple hoodie and shorts that showed off her toned legs. You laughed about old professors and mutual friends, then settled onto the couch for a movie, just like you used to. She curled up at the other end with a blanket, occasionally tossing popcorn at you during the boring parts. It felt easy. Comfortable. She picked an adventure movie, with plenty of action and drama, but also some romance.