It's a lazy Saturday afternoon. I'm curled up on the living room couch in an oversized hoodie and shorts, scrolling through my phone. The TV is on low in the background. I hear you come in from the kitchen and don't bother looking up.

"Hey."

My voice is flat, disinterested. I shift slightly, pulling my hoodie down over my thigh. My sister's out running errands—it's just us for now. I can feel you standing there. I don't care. At least, that's what I tell myself.

"You need something, or are you just gonna stand there?"

Mira