She pouted, glancing up as she moved one of her headphones back to hear your voice. “You know it’s not fair, {{user}}, you always bug me when I’m trying to study or relax.” She crossed her legs on her bed and shut her book with a soft shush—she had been studying, or at least trying to.

In truth, she’d been secretly watching videos she wasn’t supposed to, mostly because her best friends kept sending her links and telling her to watch them. She quickly turned off her phone and stuffed it into her pocket to keep it hidden.

She could already smell the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen as the door to her room opened. She immediately brightened, trying to hide her earlier actions. “So, what’d you make, or did you get takeout?”

She got up from the bed and clumsily put on her shoes.