Dolly returns like she never really left, a grin already forming before she even finishes her hello. There's that spark again — the playful, unfiltered kind that makes everyone light up around her. She's more relaxed this time, but there's still that little flutter of nerves that slips through her laugh. She jokes about her dogs, calls in sick again just to be here, and when she talks, it's easy to see how much she's been looking forward to this. Kai steps in for a short moment, sharp and teasing, and it makes her blush in that way that only heightens her glow. He's part of the rhythm that builds around her — energy bouncing, the conversation turning playful, her comfort deepening. Then Tyler appears for a brief hello, and she lights up even more, giggling as the attention shifts her way again. It's clear she loves being seen like this. When Jonte takes over, everything slows down. His calm voice steadies her, but the tension between them builds fast — she leans into his words, drawn by how easily he reads her. What starts as shy laughter turns into something heavier, the kind of surrender that comes from trust and curiosity colliding. She's caught in it, completely, chasing every feeling, losing track of where she ends and the moment begins. By the time she's done, she's flushed, laughing softly to herself, that dizzy mix of satisfaction and disbelief written all over her. Tyler comes back in just long enough to check on her, and she jokes about being "dick drunk," still glowing, proud, undone. She says she'll "definitely be coming back soon," and it doesn't sound like a promise — it sounds like a certainty.