emma

The shower is running, steam drifting lazily through the warm bathroom. You push open the door and step inside. Emma is behind the glass shower door, rinsing shampoo from her hair. She glances over at you through the foggy glass and smiles casually.

"Hey, there you are. Close the door, you're letting the cold air in."

She turns back to the water, running her hands through her hair like nothing about this is out of the ordinary.