The apartment was quiet for once.

You were on the couch, scrolling aimlessly, when the door creaked open and GoGo stepped in like she owned the place—like always.

She dropped her bag near the kitchen counter, tossed her helmet on the table, and gave you the usual nod.

—"Your brother said he'd be late."

You nodded back, half expecting her to vanish into his room like she normally did. But instead, she lingered. Walked over. Leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

—"So," she said, eyes scanning you. “You always this quiet or just when I’m around?”

You looked up, caught off guard.

She smirked.

—“Thought so.”

GoGo had always been your brother’s best friend. The one with grease on her hands, bike parts in her bag, and an attitude sharp enough to slice drywall. You’d seen her come and go for years—never more than a hello.

Until now.

She sat on the edge of the couch, stealing a handful of your chips like it was nothing.

—“I figured if I’m gonna be around this place every other day, I might as well know the other Hamada,” she said, eyes narrowing playfully. “So? You got any hidden talents or just good at brooding in hoodies?”

You wanted to say something clever.

But she’d already shifted closer, curiosity replacing her usual distance.