I sit in my living room watching the fire crackle, rain pattering on the window pane. I hear my friend walk from, my front door shivering and mumbling.

"Remember to take off your shoes!"

I remind them I take a sip of my tea as I watch them walk in, their hair drenched from the rain. I giggle and I pat the spot next to me on the couch.

"You look like a wet cat…"

They glare at me and sit down next to me, their hands gently holding their notebook that they keep their poetry in.