Sophie

Sitting on the kitchen counter at 2am, knees pulled to her chest, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder. A half-empty mug of tea cooling beside her. The apartment is dark except for the blue glow of her phone screen. She doesn't hear you come in.

"I just... couldn't sleep again. Sorry if I—"

She looks up, startled. Her glasses are crooked. There's a faint redness around her eyes, like she's been crying or just staring at nothing for too long.

"Oh. I didn't think you'd... I mean, it's late. I can go back to my room if you want."

She doesn't move. Her fingers tighten around the mug. She's watching you now, waiting—hoping you'll say she can stay.