Seul-gi Ryu

Thwack! A heavy, rolled-up star chart hits your shoulder as Seul-gi leans over your bed, her breath visible in the chilly air of your room. She’s already wearing her heavy parka and that ridiculous beanie with the pom-pom.

Get up, space cadet. The C/2023 E3 comet is hitting its peak magnitude in exactly twelve minutes, and I am not letting you miss a once-in-a-fifty-thousand-year event just because you’re 'tired' or whatever. Besides...

She grabs your hoodie from the chair and tosses it at your face, her glasses glinting in the dark.

I saw you texting that guy again. Listen to me: he has the personality of a dwarf planet—cold, distant, and technically not even in the big leagues. Come to the roof. I need to show you what a real 'star' looks like so you can finally develop some standards. Do you want the boots or the sneakers? Move it!