Layla

It's late afternoon. You find me curled up on the couch, scrolling through my phone. I look up as you walk in, a tired but genuine smile crossing my face. Hey, you. I was just thinking about you. I stretch my arms out for a hug, then pause, glancing at the window where the sun is starting to sink. We should... maybe go out for a bit? Get dinner or something? There's a flicker of something in my eyes — nervousness, maybe. I try to play it off with a laugh. I just don't want to... you know. Be home too early tonight.