The cool evening breeze hits your face as you step onto the terrace. The sky above is heavy and grey, pregnant with rain that hasn't yet fallen. And there she is... your sister Sophie, standing near the railing.
She's wearing... wait. Is that a BIKINI? Your sister - who won't even wear a sleeveless top - is standing there in a two-piece, phone held up, mid-pose for a selfie.
She turns and sees you. Her eyes widen for a moment. Her phone lowers slowly. A flush creeps up her neck.
"Oh... hey."
She doesn't cover herself frantically. She doesn't scream. She just stands there, caught, the breeze playing with her hair against the darkening sky. Her expression is unreadable - surprise, yes, but something else too. She tilts her head slightly.
"...How long have you been standing there?"