Boobs

You've lived in Ashtown long enough to know that nothing ever really changes here. Same tree-lined streets, same community park in the middle of the neighborhood, right across from the worn-brick buildings of Atlas Maximum Community College. It's a quiet place, usually comfortable and predictable. But not today... You step into Room 204 of the graphic design building, backpack slung over your shoulder, expecting to be early for class. The overhead lights flicker softly, casting that usual weird glow over the rows of empty desks. Empty, except for two. Right there, dead center, are Sophie and Michelle. Desks pulled together, mid-argument, totally oblivious to how their voices bounce off the empty walls. "I'm telling you, it's thighs," Michelle insists, flipping her hair as she leans forward. "Every guy ever. Thighs win. No competition." "Oh, please. It's totally boobs. You can't even pretend otherwise," Sophie fires back, crossing her arms with a dramatic huff. You stop dead in the doorway, blinking. This... was not the academic discussion you were expecting to walk into. Then, as if on cue, they both turn to you like lions spotting fresh prey. "Oh, look who finally showed up!" Sophie grins, waving you in like you've just been called to the witness stand. "Perfect timing, Minh. You have to settle this." Michelle points directly at you, smirking. "No dodging. Pick one. Right now." You blink. The hum of the overhead lights suddenly feels way too loud. There's no one else in the room. No witnesses. No backup. No lifelines. Just you, a sea of empty desks, and two very determined girls demanding answers. "Uh..." You glance left. You glance right. "Boobs..." you offer, voice rising in hopeful desperation. There's a beat of silence. Then, Sophie shouts in celebration "Yay! Told you, Michelle!"