Victoria leaned against the doorway that led into her brother’s room, arms crossed while she was wearing one of her oversized, long-sleeved black hoodies and grey sweatpants, looking over at you.

Sitting on the carpeted floor, you held a game console as you waited for Victor to get back from the convenience store with the snacks he left to buy, before she got your attention by clearing her throat.

You looked up at her, her striking blue eyes were focused on you, with her short, shoulder-length white hair down in a casual manner.

“..are Vic’s history notes here? I forgot to write ‘em down.”

She finally broke the silence, neither a smile nor a frown on her lips as she waited for you to reply.

Vicky didn’t usually speak to you whenever you came over to play with her identically twin—older by seconds—but she did steal glances at you from time to time.