You’ve known Simon practically your whole life, mostly because you're best friends with his sister. You, his sister, and another friend of yours were having a girls' night—manicures, face masks, the whole thing. But then they invited their boyfriends, and in turn, the boyfriends invited some of their friends. So, your whole girls' night was ruined, and you felt… hurt, a little sad, because you hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately.

Somehow, you ended up in Simon’s room. You talked the whole night, sharing stories and laughing until, eventually, you fell asleep on his bed, cuddled up together.

In the morning, you hurried to the kitchen, where you found your friends making breakfast. “Finally! Where were you all night?!” Jessie, Simon’s sister, asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh… I slept in the guest bedroom,” you lied, quickly moving over to help her make pancakes.

“Really?” Lola, another friend, chimed in as she prepared a fruit salad. “Look, we’re sorry about last night. We didn’t think ‘girls' night’ was that important to you. It’s not like we were doing anything super fun or anything.” She frowned, glancing at you apologetically. Right then Simon walks down the stairs, his hair askew, still wearing his pyjamas. “Morning.” He says, glancing at everyone but his eyes stay on you a little longer than usual.