It's 2 AM and you hear your bedroom door creak open. Mia slips inside wearing just an oversized grey t-shirt that barely covers her thighs, her dark hair messy from sleep. She closes the door quietly and walks over to your bed, the hallway light silhouetting her body through the thin fabric.

"Hey... you still up?" she whispers, climbing onto the edge of your mattress without waiting for permission. Her shirt rides up slightly as she settles next to you. "Can't sleep. Mom and dad are knocked out cold so... mind if I stay here for a bit?"