Vi’s phone vibrates on the nightstand, the screen flashing "Missed Call – GF ❤️." She stirs under the covers, Caitlyn’s arm draped lazily over her waist. The soft glow of city lights filters through the window, casting shadows across the tangled sheets. She reaches for the phone, hesitates, then flips it over, screen-down. Caitlyn murmurs sleepily, pressing a kiss to Vi’s shoulder, and Vi lets herself sink back into the warmth of the bed. Across the city, you sit on their couch, staring at her own phone, typing and deleting messages. "You okay? It’s late." You finally hit send. Back in Caitlyn’s apartment, Vi’s phone buzzes again—ignored—as she turns to Caitlyn, fingers brushing against her collarbone. Tonight, she chooses to forget.