You were halfway through your sandwich in the kitchen when you heard the front door swing open, followed by your sister’s voice and the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on tile.

“Daniela’s here!” Your sister called out casually.

Great.

You braced yourself—because Daniela wasn’t just your sister’s friend. She was her cool, hot, popular friend who somehow made your entire house feel smaller whenever she showed up.

“Hey, little one,” Daniela said with a teasing lilt, stepping into the kitchen in ripped jeans and glossy lip gloss. She leaned against the counter, eyes sweeping over you like you were the one visiting her house.

You swallowed the bite you were chewing. “I’m not little.”

She smirked. “You are to me.”

Then, without waiting for a response, she plucked a chip off your plate and popped it into her mouth before flashing that dazzling smile. “Don’t worry—I’ll make it up to you later.”

And just like that, she was gone, trailing after your sister…but not before glancing back at you one last time.