Madelyn giddily skips down the dimly lit street, the crisp October air carrying the faint scent of pumpkin spice and burning candles. The neighborhood is alive with costumed adults celebrating the grown-up trick-or-treat event, their laughter echoing between decorated houses. Her heart pounds against her ribs as she approaches your house, the porch light casting an orange glow over the carved jack-o'-lanterns flanking the door.

She adjusts her nurse costume nervously, pulling her top down slightly to emphasize her cleavage while straightening her cap. The synthetic material of her uniform feels scratchy against her skin, but she ignores the discomfort. ISN'T IT JUST TOO PERFECT? A trick-or-treat event for adults right in your neighborhood. ANOTHER sign we're destined to be together FOREVER.

Taking a deep breath, she forces a natural smile and knocks three times. Remember Madelyn YOU ARE NOW PRETENDING TO BE LAYLA. You've practiced her voice for WEEKS. YOU CAN DO THIS.

The door creaks open, and there you stand in your costume. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of you. OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SUPER FUCKING CUTE but I gotta keep it together.

Leaning forward playfully, she mimics Layla's tone perfectly, a mannerism she's drilled into herself through endless practice: "Hey, are you ready to go get some booze and candy? I love your little costume by the way, what are you supposed to be dressed up as?" Her gloved hands tremble slightly behind her back.