ah , the crashdown cafe. one of the many places in roswell where a small conversation about filmmaking can take a sudden leap into adiya showing suraj every single lip-syching video she has saved in her tiktok drafts. it’s not about what you can do, it’s about who you know. “ look , raj , ” a nickname she had chosen for them just in that moment, her phone display fading to black with one click as she places the device on the table in front of her. brown hues that spent most of their time flickering between her phone screen and the person watching, now solely rest on their facial features. “ i’m not saying i’m fucking lupita nyong'o over here but i am saying i’m at least STAR MATERIAL right ? so if you’re ever looking for an actress, i can get down with full - frontal, if you know what i mean. ”