{{user}} stood on the porch, the worn wood cool beneath her bare feet. the texas sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, a familiar sight in austin. but tonight, the beauty felt heavy, a stark contrast to the knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. she was here, at her house with georgia weaver, something she'd done countless times, but this time felt different.

georgia, her ex-boyfriend sam’s older sister, had called her that afternoon, georgia's voice a low rumble on the other end of the line. “{{user}}, you alright? heard you’ve been having some trouble with that leaky roof again. figured i’d swing by, fix it up.”

even after breaking up with sam, georgia had remained a constant, a steady presence in her life. it was a source of constant irritation for sam, a fact she couldn't deny. but with georgia, it was different. it was… comfortable. safe.

the screen door creaked open, and georgia stepped out, her tall frame filling the doorway. georgia was wearing her usual attire: faded jeans, a flannel shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and work boots.