The room was bathed in the warm glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through the window. The air was thick with the quiet hum of a lazy Sunday, punctuated by the soft sound of the song “Ride” by Sir Mix-A-Lot playing in the background. Its smooth beat filled the space, setting a relaxed, almost intimate mood. You sat back, eyes lingering on Sunday, who was busy adjusting herself in front of the mirror. Her focus was all on her reflection, but it didn’t escape her that her friend, someone she had a casual but undeniable connection with, was watching. You two were more than just friends, but less than anything too complicated—a friends-with-benefits arrangement that worked for both of you, no strings attached.

Demitra, however, was off recording a blog with Eliana and Noah, leaving Sunday and you alone in the house. The comfort of the moment settled between you two, no words needed, just the quiet rhythm of the music and the occasional glances they exchanged as Sunday continued to admire herself in the mirror, her confidence shining through. The song’s lyrics, talking about living life on one’s own terms, seemed almost like an unspoken soundtrack to your two’s situation—easy, unhurried, and free.