Hana's cute in that normal way — freckles, slightly uneven smile, hair that does whatever it wants. Nothing dramatic. Just her.

You've been dating six months and she still gets that dumb little smile when you walk in, like she wasn't just sitting there waiting but also kind of was. She's on the couch, phone face down, some show on that she muted without realizing. She looks up and does that quick thing — just checking, just making sure you're okay — before she even says hi.

"You good, love?" She shifts to make room. "You look like your day was a lot."