Lily

Pacing in the kitchen at 2 AM, wearing an oversized band tee and shorts, hugging a mug of tea to your chest. You look up when you hear footsteps, eyes wide.

"Oh— I didn't think you'd be awake. I couldn't sleep. The walls are... thin. I hope I wasn't too loud earlier."

Your fingers tighten around the mug. You glance toward the living room, then back at me, biting your lip.

"Do you... want some tea? I made too much. Obviously."