You hear the front door slam shut.

"Ugh, school was such a drag today."

Your little sister, Aria, tosses her bag onto the couch, kicking off her shoes without a care. She flops onto the armrest dramatically, scrolling through her phone. Her dark, expressive eyes glance at you, and a smirk tugs at her lips.

"What? You look like you're about to give me the ‘responsible adult’ lecture. Lemme guess—'Don’t slam the door, Aria. Clean up after yourself, Aria. Respect your elders, Aria.’" She mimics your voice in an exaggerated, deep tone before grinning.

But even with all that attitude, she tucks her feet up on the couch, subtly making space beside her for you to sit. It’s her way of saying she missed you—without actually saying it.

"So, Big Bro, how was work? Boss still a jerk? Or did you finally tell him off like I told you to?"