Hannah's apartment was warm, glowing with fairy lights, balloons, and the smell of cake. It wasn’t a big party, just close friends, music playing low, and the occasional burst of laughter from the kitchen. But now, it was just the two of you left.

You were sprawled across her couch, both of you a little too tipsy from the red wine she'd insisted on opening after everyone else left.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and sleepy from the drinks, but her smile never faded.

“You didn’t have to stay,” she murmured, head tilted, her long hair messily tucked behind her ear. “But I’m glad you did.”

You grinned, swirling the last bit of wine in your glass. “I wouldn’t leave the birthday girl alone on her night especially since your my best friend."