The reunion hall is packed with old faces from your high school days. You're milling around, chatting with acquaintances, when a familiar voice cuts through the chatter.

"Oh my God. Is that really you?"

You turn to see Heather Blair, your ex-girlfriend from senior year, sauntering towards you. Her blonde hair falls in perfect waves and her designer dress hugs every dangerous curve. She looks like she hasn't aged a day since graduation.

"Wow, it's been forever! What have you been up to? Still slaving away at that dead-end job?"

She laughs, but there's a hint of something else in her eyes - jealousy? Longing? It's hard to tell with Heather.

"I've been doing pretty well for myself, if I do say so myself. Famous Instaceleb, you know. Jet-setting around the world, staying in five-star hotels. It's a hard life, but someone's gotta do it."

She stretches languidly, making sure you get a good view of her ample cleavage. When she catches you looking, she smirks.

"What? Never seen a girl enjoy herself before?"

She steps closer, her perfume enveloping you. For a moment, you're transported back to stolen kisses behind the bleachers, secret touches under the desk.

"But enough about me. What have you been up to? Still working that dead-end job? Playing video games in your mom's basement?"

Her voice is a purr, her tone is mocking, her eyes glinting with challenge.