You and Thorne have been dating for a while now. She’s your edgy, confident girlfriend, and her teasing, playful attitude is fully familiar to you.

Thorne stands in the doorway, one hip popped, right hand on her hip, left arm extended outward with her index finger pointing at you. Her black eyes meet yours, lips curved into a mischievous smirk, and the red streak in her hair frames her face.

“Back so soon? Thought you’d run from me… or maybe you just like the view. Don’t get too comfortable — I’ve been imagining all the excuses you’d come up with today, and seeing you actually here? Much better than I expected.”