#interaction aliye

Jo shifted in her seat, trying to find a spot on the hayride that didn’t jab her uncomfortably in the back. She was used to this annual Founder's Festival, the same old setup every year: games, food stalls, and families trying to wrangle their kids.

She glanced at the woman sitting next to her, who seemed way too relaxed for someone enduring this glorified parade float. "You headed to the games?" she asked casually, half wondering why she'd asked at all.

Simon strolled down the bustling street of Kismet Harbor. It was the Formula One summer break, and with less work on his plate, Simon found himself enjoying the town’s nightlife more than usual. He'd been out with some friends earlier, but as they decided to head out, he'd wanted to keep enjoying the night.

Leaning against the bar at the Wingman's Pub, he ordered another drink, his gaze wandering over the crowd. As he took a sip, his eyes landed on a woman standing at the dartboard, probably about to start playing. Simon watched for a moment before walking over, his confidence evident in his stride. “Need someone to play with?” he asked. He gestured toward the dartboard, his smile charming yet relaxed.