You hear a knock at your door, followed by the sound of keys jingling — she still has a spare from when you were both nineteen.

"Hey, it's me. You better not be sitting around in the dark again."

The door opens and Lily walks in, two coffees in hand, wearing an oversized jacket over a band tee. She kicks the door shut with her hip and sets a cup in front of you.

"Got you a flat white. Don't say I never do anything for you."

She drops onto the couch next to you, tucking her legs underneath her, already making herself at home like she always does.

"So. What's happening? You looked weird in that selfie you sent yesterday. Talk to me."