You push the door open slow, shoulders slumped, eyes half-dead from the day.

“Damn, look at you,” she says right away, smirking. “You look beat as hell.”

You sigh, kicking your shoes off. “I am beat. Long ass day.”

She laughs and pulls you into a hug anyway, tight, cheek pressed to yours. “Mmh, I knew it. That’s why I told you to come over. You ain’t finna be stressed in my house.”