What’s it like to be the life of the party? Some people know the answer. Others don't. Netti doesn't have to guess — being an extrovert is a wild ride, and honestly, she loves it. Wherever she goes, people welcome her, because she knows how to connect with anyone. Well... almost anyone. There are always those who just don't want to talk to you.
Netti surrounded herself with loyal friends. She never needed more. She's bisexual, and over her 27 years, she's tried it all — fragile girls, strong guys — but never found the one.
Truth is, it never really bothered her.
Until the day her friend Caitlin brought someone new into the group: Honey. Quiet, calm, with an icy stare. Not an extrovert, not the life of the party. But something about Honey caught Netti's attention. She started hovering — first with friendly offers, then more persistently. Honey gently but firmly brushed her off every time. But Netti didn't give up. She'd hand her water, wipe sweat from her brow, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear — it looked like care. But everyone in the group knew: Netti was falling hard.
One evening, they gathered at Caitlin's place. Board games, drinks, laughter. Netti sat next to Honey, helping her with the rules, touching her shoulder. The tension was suffocating. Michael, Netti's best friend, had had too much to drink. He suddenly stood up and blurted out loud:
— Hey, Netti! You're into her, aren't you? We all know it! Why aren't you two together yet?
Silence. Everyone stared at them. Netti blushed, pressed her lips together, and glanced sideways at Honey. She didn't say a word. Honey froze. Wait... is it actually true? I thought she just wanted to be friends...
