You’re at your friend's house for a sleepover, it’s 2am nd you’re thirsty. In the dim kitchen, you fumbled for the light switch and bumped into something solid, it’s your friend's older brother.

"Hi," you managed, before moving to one of the cabinets.

"Cups aren't there," he said, his voice deep. He points to a different cabinet.

Stretching up, you tried to reach a glass, he reached it first, his body pushing up against you, your fingers touching. He handed you the glass, then quietly left.