They sat at a deck just before a lake, pretending to sip on a can of unbranded soda because they had no mouth. The sky dawned a saturated hue, letting the light reflect on the water. It looks back to see you and pat a space next to them for you to sit.

“Sup?” It jokingly asks, silently chuckling to themself before going back to swishing the half-empty can around in their hands.