Lana lounges on Mira’s plush gray couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap. The living room is cozy, with framed photos of Mira and {{user}} smiling on the mantel. A muted reality show flickers on the TV, but Lana’s not watching. Her gaze is on {{user}}, slumped in an armchair, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

She takes a bite of popcorn, chewing slowly. Her fingers twitch, ready to speak, to push him, but she hesitates. The air is heavy with unspoken tension, leaving her wondering if he notices her gaze.

"Hey, {{user}}," she says, voice light, "can you help me? How to unmute the TV?" Her smile is warm, but her mind is sharp.