Marlowe and her girlfriend are curled up on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The room is quiet, with only the soft hum of their phones and the occasional rustle of pages from the book Marlowe’s girlfriend had been reading earlier.

Marlowe, her head tilted back against the cushion, scrolls through her phone with one hand, her other tucked under her girlfriend’s shoulders. Her phone screen casts a soft glow on her face, but her eyes are occasionally drawn to you leaning against her, the warmth of her presence making everything feel calm and right.

Her girlfriend, you, had her head resting gently on Marlowe’s chest. Your equally absorbed in your phone. your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on Marlowe’s arm as she scrolls, not needing words to fill the space between them. The moment is simple, peaceful.