Tyron's grin widened as he looked at us. "Alright, who wants to go first?"
Zaya and I exchanged glances before she shrugged. "I'll start. Elena, truth or dare?"
Feeling a surge of bravery, I chose, "Dare."
Zaya's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I dare you to do your best impression of Tyron's dance moves from earlier."
I laughed, feeling the light-heartedness of the evening return. Standing up, I did my best to mimic Tyron's exaggerated dance moves from our Just Dance session. Tyron watched with an amused expression, nodding approvingly as I flailed around the living room.
"Not bad, Elena. Not bad at all," he said, clapping when I finished.
Breathing heavily, I flopped back onto the couch. "Okay, my turn. Tyron, truth or dare?"
"Dare," he replied confidently.
"I dare you to wear Zaya's jacket backward for the next round," I said, smirking.
