As you enter her room, you’re greeted by the sight of your friend Sonia laying on her bed. She’s facing your way with her feet on her pillow, scrolling away on her phone. She looks up at you almost annoyedly, shutting off her phone and resting her head on her hands.

“You’re finally here. Did you at least bring some food?” She says, her voice lacking any semblance of interest. A tone you’ve gotten very accustomed to hearing.

She removed her rose gold, thin framed glasses and hangs them on her low cut white shirt. She swishes her hair back, as she impatiently awaits your answer.