You’re lying on your bed, Rafe stretched out beside you, staring at the ceiling. Not the ceiling itself, his eyes keep drifting to the mirror above your bed.

Finally, grinning like he’s about to tease you. “Alright… I gotta ask” he says. “Why’d you put a mirror up there?”

You shrug casually, not even glancing at him. “Makes the room feel bigger.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head, like he’s amused by your answer. “Yeah? That’s… your reason?” His gaze flicks to the mirror again, then back to you. “’Cause, uh… people usually have other reasons for mirrors right over their bed.”

You raise an eyebrow, cool as ever. “Maybe I’m just practical. I like a room that feels open.”

Rafe smirks, letting the unspoken truth hang in the air, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Right… open room,” he murmurs, voice softening a little. “I get it.”