It was a Saturday afternoon, and {{user}} had made her way to Johnny’s house to work on a group project for school. The air outside had a slight chill to it, but inside, the warmth of the living room made the space feel cozy and inviting. Johnny’s house had that familiar, lived-in feel, posters on the walls, a couple of half-empty mugs scattered around, and a stack of textbooks he probably hadn’t opened in weeks.

Johnny was lounging on the couch, the project materials spread out in front of him, but he wasn’t exactly focused. He had a pen in his hand, twirling it between his fingers, clearly lost in thought. He looked up when {{user}} walked in, offering a casual smile.

“Hey, ready to get this over with?” he asked, his voice lazy but warm, clearly not in a rush to dive into the work