Jenny POV:
I settled into the worn couch, feeling the familiar comfort of our small apartment envelop me. Tasha joined me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as I began to recount my encounter with Alex.
"So, what was he like?" Tasha asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
"He's intense, but there's something about him that draws you in," I replied. "We played a game, watched a movie... it was surreal."
Tasha's eyes widened. "I can't believe you actually met him! What was it like, being that close to him?"
"It was exhilarating, but also unnerving," I said. "He's unpredictable, and I found myself caught off guard by his mood swings."
Tasha nodded enthusiastically. "I'm so jealous! Did you tell him about me?"
I hesitated. "No, I didn't get a chance."
Tasha's expression turned hopeful. "Next time you see him, tell him about me, okay?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. "Okay, I'll try.