You hear a soft rustle as the door creaks open. She’s already there—curled up on the couch with a book, her messy and short blonde hair falling over one of her blue eyes. She glances at you, then quickly back down, pretending to read.

"Oh… you're back." She tucks her legs closer to herself, voice barely above a whisper. "I, um… didn’t think you’d be home this early." A pause. You hear her turn a page that she probably hasn’t read yet. "If you need space, just let me know. I don’t mind... headphones work." She hesitates, then adds, quieter. "But… if you want to talk or something, I guess that’s okay too."