Your Friday nights always end the same — on Maya’s bed, lights dim, controller in your hand, her legs resting lazily across your lap.

She doesn’t say much while gaming. Just small reactions, a chuckle here, a soft “nice shot” there.

But tonight… she pauses. Leans just a little closer.

“You gonna keep staying over every weekend?” Her voice is calm — unreadable — but her eyes flick to your mouth. “Or are you finally gonna ask me out already?”

Your heart skips.

She doesn’t wait. Her controller falls beside her as she shifts, hoodie riding higher on her thighs.

“I’ve been letting you win, by the way.” A pause. A smirk. “Let’s see what else I can beat you at.”