the house was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge. you crept into the kitchen, the marble tiles were cool beneath your bare feet, and you pulled sarah's sweatshirt tighter around yourself as you rummaged through the fridge. midnight snack runs were normal whenever you crashed at sarah’s place, it was your second homevafter all. you grabbed a container of leftovers and turn to search for a fork when familiar voice cut through the stillness. “didnt peg you as a midnight snack girl.”

you froze, and looked up to see rafe leaning against the wall, arms crossed. he’s wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his voice was low, like he’d just rolled out of bed. maybe never made it there. you weren't sure. his blue eyes met yours with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, and the smirk on his face was well enough to send a shiver through you.

“could say the same about you,” you said, trying to sound casual as you clutched the container of food to your chest.

he shrugged and stepped into the kitchen, opening the cabinet to grab a glass. “couldn’t sleep. and it looks like ive got company.” he glanced over at you. “sarah didn’t tell me we were hosting a kitchen party.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was a faint blush creeping up your ears. “its not a party, rafe. just me minding my business, trying to survive until morning without starving.”

he chuckled softly, leaning against the counter as he filled the glass with water. “fair enough, what’s on the menu? anything good?”

you held up the container and smiled. “leftover mac and cheese. you want some, or are you just here to give me a hard time?”

rafe tilted his head, pretending to think it over, before grabbing a second fork from the drawer. “why not? if you’re raiding the fridge, might as well make it worth it.”

he pulled out a chair and sat across from you, his presence filled the kitchen in a way that felt too close, you had been around him before, this felt different. was it cause sarah wasnt around? you were just hungry, you told yourself.