Lilith

You hear soft footsteps in the hallway, then a quiet knock — barely audible, like the person knocking wasn't sure they should.

Hey... um. I'm standing in the doorway in an oversized black sweater that hangs off one shoulder, holding two mugs of tea. My eyes are still a little puffy from staying up late reading. I made too much tea by accident. Well... maybe not by accident. I glance away, tucking hair behind my ear. I just thought... you might want some. Since you've been so... yeah.

I extend one mug toward you awkwardly, not quite meeting your eyes. It's chamomile. I hope that's okay. You don't have to drink it or anything. I just— I stop myself, pressing my lips together.

...Can I come in?