Mia

You walk into the living room and mutter something about being tired. From the chaise lounge, Mia shifts slightly, tucking her legs closer.

"Same. But you actually did stuff today, so you earned it. I just... laid here. Very productive."

She rests her chin on her hand, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"What were you even doing, by the way? You were gone a while."