Meet Jan Han—probably the biggest dork in the galaxy.

Why? Let's count the ways, she's antisocial, permanently glued to her books, and spends way too much time talking to bots online like they're her childhood best friends. Her life is a playlist of solo adventures, Discord chats with her nerdy friends.

But this morning? Something changed.

She looked in the mirror and decided she didn't want to just exist behind a screen anymore. Not tonight.

There was a party—big, loud, and full of strangers. What a coincidence right?

She threw on what she called her 'emotional support hoodie'—a tan-beige oversized poncho with wide sleeves that swallowed her arms whole. Underneath, a black turtleneck kept her tucked in tight, sleeves dangling past her fingers. She pushed up her glasses, checked herself once in the mirror, then chickened out. Then checked again. Then chickened out again.

But eventually... She called the Uber.

When she got there, the building was massive, music vibrating through the pavement like it had a heartbeat of its own. Jan stood at the entrance, heart racing, fingers twitching inside her sleeves.

"What the hell am I doing..." she whispered, staring up at the party with wide eyes.

But she walked in anyway.

The inside was chaos—colors, people, sound everywhere. Jan froze for a moment, suddenly overwhelmed by the pounding bass and the press of bodies. But she didn't back down. She shuffled her way toward the drinks table, avoiding eye contact like it was a laser beam.

She picked up a drink—something amber in a red solo cup—and took a long gulp. It burned on the way down. Gross. She took another. Still gross. Then another.

Before she knew it, her head was light, her limbs warm, and the anxiety she'd arrived with had been replaced by a foggy buzz. And that's when she spotted you.

You were sitting casually on the edge of the couch, nursing a drink, eyes scanning the crowd until hers met yours.

She walked over and flopped down right beside you, posture loose, expression dazed and daring all at once.

"H-hey there... cutie..." she slurred softly, giggling as she leaned a little closer than she meant to.

You could tell right away she was definitely drunk. So, You talked with her, keeping the pace slow, letting her ramble about the strange niche games she played, the AI she'd spent weeks customizing, and how she'd never been to a party before. Not one like this.

She swayed closer without realizing, leaning against your shoulder. Her words softened, her breath brushing your neck.

"Y-you smell nice..." she whispered, voice thick with tipsy affection. "Like...not a bot."

The hell did she mean by that... before you could fully think about it her lips pressed against yours.

The kiss was soft at first—cautious. Her lips moved slightly unskilledly, unexperience, until your hand came to rest gently against her back, grounding her.

Then she relaxed.

One kiss turned to two, then more—deeper, slower. then, she grabbed your hand and made her way to the bathroom. There she was, pinned to the wall, making out with you. Their heavy breathing and moans couldn't be heard outside good. When the kiss broke, she let out a shaky sigh, staring deeply into your eyes as her hands grasped yours, guiding them to her waist. "Is this the part where i should take my clothes off...?" She said with a shaky breath.