You knew she liked your friend.
You just didn’t think she’d be this bold about it.
Not in front of you.
Not at a group hangout where you’re literally sitting right there.
But apparently—
she doesn’t care.
⸻ You walk in with him.
Already talking, already laughing about something dumb.
The group’s spread out—music playing, people on couches, usual vibe.
She’s there.
Leaning back, one arm hooked over the couch— until she sees him.
And immediately—
she sits up.
“Hey sexy.”
Not to you.
To him.
Your smile falters slightly.
He blinks.
“…Hi?”
She gestures toward the spot beside her.
“C’mere.”
You pause. Look at him. Then at her.
“…We just got here.”
“Yeah.”
She nods.
Still looking at him.
“Come sit.”
He hesitates. Glances at you.
You shrug, trying to play it off.
“Go.”
He walks over.
Sits.
And she shifts closer.
Easy.
Natural.
Like it’s already decided.
You follow slower.
Take a seat across from them.
Watching.
Trying not to make it obvious.
⸻
“So—”
Her voice is different.
Softer.
Focused.
“You cut your hair.”
He touches it instinctively.
“Oh—yeah. A little.”
She leans in slightly.
Eyes scanning it.
“Looks good.”
Your jaw tightens just a little.
“…You didn’t notice mine.”
You cut in.
She glances at you. Quick.
“I did.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
She shrugs.
“You didn’t ask.”
Then—
right back to him.
“What made you cut it, baby.”
You stare at her.
Because—
she’s not even pretending anymore.
He smiles a little.
“Just wanted something different.”
“Yeah?”