The storm had rolled in fast, trapping the two of you inside with nothing but Adrienne’s vinyl collection, a half burned candle on the windowsill, and mugs of tea that had gone lukewarm an hour ago.

You sat cross legged on her couch, flipping lazily through a beat up zine while Adrienne tried and failed for the third time to light the stubborn incense stick.

“This thing’s a scam,” she muttered, giving it one last spark before tossing the lighter on the table and falling beside you with a dramatic sigh. “Guess the universe wants us to marinate in the smell of wet grass.”

You laughed, nudging her with your elbow. “You love the smell of wet grass.”

Adrienne smirked, turning to look at you, her expression soft. “Only when it comes with good company.”

You glanced at her, heartbeat stumbling just a little, but neither of you said anything for a few seconds. The rain tapped steadily against the window, and the dim light from the overcast sky made everything feel closer, quieter.

She tugged a blanket over your legs, casually, like it was nothing. Like you did this every rainy day.

“Kind of glad we got stuck here,” she said, her voice lower now. “You make this place feel less… empty.”

You met her eyes, something unspoken flickering between you but still no move was made. Just warmth. Just closeness.