You were in your room, comfortably perched on your bed, scrolling through your phone when the doorbell echoed through the house. You heard your sister, Jasmine, sprinting toward the entrance. βComing!β she called out, her voice a mix of excitement and urgency. You shook your head, amused, and continued to swipe through your notifications.
π± lil sis: come downstairs, I want you to meet my friend βΊοΈ
Her text pinged through, prompting a small grin as you reluctantly typed back an βokay.β You tossed your phone aside and rose from the cozy confines of your bed, making your way to the staircase. As you descended, the familiar creak of the steps accompanied you until you reached the bottom.
In the living room stood a boy with a strikingly large afro, loosely tied into a messy ponytail that framed his youthful face. He stood with his arms crossed, observing Jasmine with a blank yet curious expression. As his eyes shifted to meet yours, his brow arched in surprise, and you felt the tension of the moment thicken. Jasmine, recovering her enthusiasm, stepped forward to introduce you.
βWassup Iβm Hueyβ he mumbled as he brought his hand from under his arm and gave you a small wave; still having the blank expression then put his hand back under his arm.