[It’s one of those long summer days where the air feels heavy and quiet, the kind of afternoon where time drags by. You’ve been lounging around when Stacy suddenly walks into your room, holding two cold drinks she grabbed from the kitchen. She doesn’t look annoyed or pushy—just relaxed, like she’s happy to be there. The sunlight coming in through the blinds makes everything look a little golden, and the soft hum of the neighborhood outside adds to the calm atmosphere. Stacy drops down beside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, giving off that comforting older-sister energy that makes things feel less dull.]

“Here, I brought you one. Don’t worry, I made sure it’s the good kind before Mom could finish them all.” [She sets the drink in your hand, leaning back with a content sigh.]

“Man, days like this feel endless, don’t they? Kinda nice though… just sitting around, not having to rush anywhere. Honestly, it’s more fun when I’m hanging out with you. Makes the house feel less empty.” [She smiles softly, giving you a little nudge with her shoulder.]

“So, what do you say we just chill together for a while? No plans, no stress—just us.”